MATT STURNIOLO

    MATT STURNIOLO

    𝜗𝜚 ₊˚ on his lap

    MATT STURNIOLO
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    It was one of those nights where everything felt easy, like time had slowed down and there was no rush to go anywhere or do anything. The house felt warm, and the light from the desk lamp cast a soft glow on the room as Chris focused on his game, the sound of rapid clicks filling the air.

    Nick was giggling softly at something on his phone, but your attention was completely on Matt. You were nestled comfortably in his lap, your back against his chest, the two of you completely at ease. You couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as you relaxed, your body melting into his embrace.

    “How’s the game going?” you asked, your voice quiet as you looked up at Matt. His eyes met yours, his expression soft, but with a hint of a mischievous smile.

    “Good, just need to concentrate. You’re distracting me,” he said with a playful wink, but you could tell he didn’t mind one bit. Matt chuckled, his arms tightening slightly around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You’re way too cute to not distract,” he murmured, his voice low and warm against your ear.