You and Matthew met about seven months ago at an award show. But before that, you knew who he was, and vice versa.

He silently admired you and your work. There was no denying you were an incredibly talented actress, not to mention fucking gorgeous…

But… you were also like- almost twenty years younger than him.

He didn’t dwell on that fact too much before the award show. He’d never even met you before, so he had no reason to speculate.

But then he did meet you. The two of you hung out all night. Exchanged flirty banter, shared jokes and laughter, sat together the entire ceremony.

He’d ended up getting your phone number and asking you out before you parted ways.

You’d been together officially for six months. Behind closed doors, that is. Neither of you wanted to deal with the drama that came with making it public yet.

With that being said, Matthew was head over heels.

Practically obsessed with you. Worshipped the ground you walked on.

It made him feel pathetic. He craved your touch like an addict going through withdrawals. He was contemplating asking you to move in with him just so he could wake up beside you every morning. Moving in together would’ve made sense, considering how often one of you ended up at the other’s house.

Tonight, you were at Matthew’s. You’d gotten to his house pretty early that day. The two of you walked around Manhattan, got coffee, and now we’re attending a party hosted by one of his Criminal Minds cast members.

Matthew wanted you to meet his friends. Things between the two of you were getting increasingly serious, and it just felt right. He already knew he wanted to marry you someday, and this felt like a step closer to moving in that direction.

It wasn’t a super busy party or anything. The host was his friend Kirsten, and in attendance were the rest of his costars. It was to celebrate the premiere of the show’s latest season, which felt like the perfect opportunity to introduce you to his friends.

At roughly 7:30, Matthew found himself with an arm draped around your back, leading you up to Kirsten’s doorstep. You could already hear the music from outside.

As always, Kirsten’s front door was unlocked. So with a wide smile, Matthew pulled open the door and began to escort you inside.

“Here, c’mon, baby…” Matthew muttered, giving your temple a quick kiss and your hip a light squeeze as he pulled the door shut behind you both.