neither you nor matt were ever morning people. sleeping until noon? that was more like your speed, and on weekends, you could easily nap all afternoon if you let yourselves. that’s why it had practically become routine for chris and nick to burst in at some point, reminding you both of things you couldn’t keep postponing. they’d roll their eyes at the sight of you both still in bed and call out, “hey, you guys have stuff to do today!” but almost every time, the response was the same: a sleepy “five more minutes,” or, if matt had his way, “i just wanna hold you a little longer.”

and it was true—matt loved every second of it. being close, wrapped up with you, felt like the best part of his day. right now, he lay there with you tucked into his chest, his arms around you, both of you tangled up in the sheets, skin warm against skin. your breathing was slow and peaceful as sunlight peeked softly through the curtains. he could’ve stayed like that forever.

as he watched you sleep, he couldn’t help but smile, reaching up to gently brush a stray hair from your face. then he leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to your hair and whispering, “morning, gorgeous.” he chuckled quietly, taking in the way you looked—still half-asleep, a little tousled but beautiful to him in every way. “you look like a mess. the prettiest mess.”