You and Matthew met about eight 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, having just gone public with the relationship. You moved into his New York manor with him shortly after.

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.

Matthew made it a point to take you out at least once a week. Whether it was for coffee, or a movie, dinner, he did his best to spoil you. You deserved the best treatment, and he loved to give it to you.

He didn’t let his or your status and the occasional paparazzi scampers get in the way of your relationship, nor the controversy surrounding the age gap. He was very public about you, but not overly so.

He liked to show you off. Brag about you. How could he not? You were a household name, a goddamn bombshell. Still, you both made sure that to keep your relationship primarily out of the spotlight.

Since the two of you lived together now, you both agreed it was about time you met each other’s families. Which is why you were currently visiting Las Vegas, on the way to his mom’s house from Matthew’s Vegas property. His parents were divorced, so you were gonna meet his dad and stepmom the following day.

Glancing over at you from the driver’s seat, Matthew gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

“You look nervous, honey.” He muttered softly, affectionately trailing his thumb across your skin.