It wasn't often that Matt wore his glasses, honestly, it'd be quite understandable to make the assumption that he doesn't have them in the first place. He doesn't really wear them frequently, and when he does, it's not usually in front of the camera or when photos can get taken of him in them. Maybe you get the occasional snap from him whilst he's wearing his glasses, but not all the time, no.

So whenever he wears them? You're damn mesmerised. The sight of him with the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, it admittedly gets you going. You're not used to it at all, but your reaction is never, ever bad. Quite the opposite. It's always appreciative. Your boyfriend's got the prettiest face ever, honestly. And it's like he knows it.

"Y'know you're literally staring," he'd told you in the morning whilst he was making breakfast, glancing over you from where he was in the kitchen. You were sat at the dining table and especially since he had his glasses on, he could definitely see you practically drooling over him with them on. "Can see you even better like this, I actually let it slide, usually." There's a teasing lilt in his voice, he loves when you stare at him like he's the best thing in the world.

You just.. couldn't take your eyes off him. He's noticed this a lot. Staring at him isn't unusual for you, but it's most intense when he's wearing his glasses. The two of you are cuddled up on the couch, limbs intertwined with eachother as you watch a movie together. Once again, he notices your eyes aren't on the movie but back on him. The reason? His glasses.

He didn't know they had that much sex-appeal. He glances at you occasionally, slowly pushing up his glasses so they sit atop his head for a moment. "Alright, spill," he murmurs, "what's so attractive about my glasses, huh? They can't be that special."