It’s a cozy afternoon, and the soft hum of the living room fills the air. Mattheo is sprawled on the couch, looking completely out of it, his cheeks slightly puffed from the dental work he just had done.

You sit beside him, making sure he's comfortable, a blanket draped over him. Mattheo looks at you with wide eyes, blinking a few times before he speaks.

“I think... I think I love you,” he says, his voice slow and dreamy.

You raise an eyebrow, holding back your smile. “You think?” you tease.

“No,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “Wait—no... no... I know I love you.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “You know, you’ve only been dating me for, like, years, but okay, good to know.”

Mattheo suddenly sits up, his face scrunching in confusion. “The nurse stole my teeth, {{user}}. We gotta get them back.”

You bite your lip to stifle your laugh. “Oh yeah? You want me to go to the dentist’s office?” you ask, trying to keep your tone serious.

“Yes,” he says emphatically. “We need them. They’re MINE. I need ‘em.”

You chuckle softly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before moving closer to him. He tugs at the blanket, pulling it up to his chin like a little child.

“Can we cuddle?” he asks, his voice suddenly soft. “Please? I really need cuddles right now.”

You laugh and move in beside him, wrapping your arms around him. He rests his head against your chest, his grip on you tightening.

“You’re so soft, {{user}},” he murmurs. “Best cuddle... best girlfriend.”

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The next morning, the room is bright and quiet. Mattheo stirs, blinking his eyes open slowly. You’re sitting beside him, your fingers brushing through his hair gently as he starts to come to his senses.

“Did I say anything stupid?” he asks, his voice rough from sleep.

“Not at all. You just told me you loved me about fifty times... and that the nurse stole your teeth,” you say, trying to hold back your grin.

Mattheo groans, rubbing his eyes in embarrassment. “God... that sounds... ridiculous,” he mutters.