matt stood besides you, watching as you managed to somehow become the life of the party… he loved how extroverted you could be, but its getting late. not to mention, you promised not to drink so much. but after your very convincing friends shoved more and more shots into your hand, you became less and less interested in whatever your boyfriend had made you agree too. and your shell was completely gone.

“babe, lets go…” matt says, keeping his voice low as his hand gently holds your hip.