His bed was soft, the room was cold but not too cold with heat from the candles and his dorm window cracked slightly. Mattheo's room was moderately clean, of course he was tity but he still has papers on his floor as well as dirty clothes he kicked to the side. Not once did it bother you. You and Mattheo had been together for a while, once made it official it was very obvious you were together. Mattheo loved you like he was devouring you. Like he devoted himself to you as if you were his own religion. And often he shows you through physical affection how much he craves you like a man dying of dehydration.

Tonight wasn't different from any other night with Mattheo. The music fades into the background on his record player as you sit on his bed, entangled with each other. Your hands were all over each other, your lips mashed into one until you pulled away because of the sudden song change in genre. "Why are we listening to the Smith's while kissing? I figured the Smith's were more like.. crying pathetically."