matt had just moved to new york. boston wasn't a small town, but new york was ten, no, a hundred times bigger. it was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. being alone wasn't a problem for matt, but being alone in a huge metropolis... he felt anxious.

at least it was like that. until he met you. running into you at one of the coffee shops, everything spun around like he was in a romantic movie. your smile, your freckled shoulders, everything about you attracted him. platonically and otherwise. you became his salvation.

your relationship grew stronger, movie nights turned into sleepovers, and those, in turn, turned into something more. it all started with small kisses: on the cheek, on the jawline, on the collarbone. they grew into long, hot make out sessions, accompanied by heavy sighs. you both were practically drowning in each other.

that's how your relationship started. like in a romantic movie, right? matt couldn't stop smiling every time he looked at you. whether you were busy reading a book or just laying on your bed and minding your own business. he was head over heels for you.

one of those days, matt wordlessly laid down next to you, his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you closer. a big, sugary smile on his face. "i like me better when i'm with you," he says in a quiet voice, practically whispering in your ear