Being an FBI agent, Matt never really got free days. Never a date or two to spend with the love of his life, who tolerates his constant absence.

He didn't know what he did to deserve a partner like you. Much less what he did to deserve getting dragged to a gas station on his first free day in weeks, picking up snacks to watch crappy horror films with.

Now here they were, you on top of Matt, his hand wrapped around your waist as you put pieces of popcorn in your mouth. "I don't get it." He shrugged. "Why's she heading to the extremely haunted forest?" He pointed at the screen.