Maybe it's all in your head, but you're 100% sure you two would have really good bed chem.

Fuckin' look at him. Those wide, blue eyes, the hints of his Boston accent—it's like he wants you to throw yourself on him. And maybe he quite literally does. Matt's been rattling around in your brain for weeks at this point, looking all good looking. For the past.. what was it? A week now? You've been contemplating messaging him after your friend had given you his number at that function all that time ago.

All that time he'd been the subject of all your nightly fantasies. You'd had an embarrassing amount of dreams where he was the focus. Though, you'd take that fact to the grave. It was all to compensate the fact you couldn't have him in person, physically. You could—if you sucked up the courage to message him.

You're completely and utterly in love. And hôrny. But the first one was all we needed to focus on, right? Well. You'd been staring at your phone, having typed probably a thousand messages only to delete them. Completely oblivious to the fact that Matt had been doing the same in his room, tossing and turning with the thought of being with you.

You thought you were the only one thinking about that so called bed chem? Wrong, completely.

Matt is just as head over heels. Hence the reason why he picks up immediately after you call him. "Are you free next week?" He sounded desperate, honestly.