Heels.

You we’re never the one to wear heels. Hell, Matt never saw you wear a pair ever in his life. He thought you hated them. Never knew you secretly HAD A PAIR?!?! It was a Sunday evening, and Matt was out with us mates. Pretty rude. But, fair. He left, and you grinned, running upstairs and grabbing the pair of high heels you had. You put them on, and actually had the guts to do just dance. You nailed it. Unfortunately… Matt came back. He came back an shut the door behind him, taking his shoes off and heading to the living room. What a sight he saw. You we’re in some shorts and a baggy shirt, with heels on and socks underneath them. ”The fuck are you doing?” He interrupted, watching you while he blushed slightly. You were just smiling like an idiot, dancing to one of the hardest Just Dances. Rasputin. This bitch can dance.