you and Mattheo had dated for almost a year or two. it was perfect and you were both comfortable with each other.

you were currently having a bad day…

currently, it was 11pm. he was on his bed with his back against the bed frame, typing on his computer. sometime later on, you came to home. you looked down at him for a moment. Mattheo looked up at you. a moment of silence went by. you then slowly moved the computer aside and crawled into his lap, laying your head on his shoulder.