Matt feel like he was living in some sort of dream—a surreal, wonderful dream he was terrified to wake up from.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it—how he, the quiet, nerdy guy who spent most of high school hiding in the library, was here with you. You, the girl who had been the center of his universe since kindergarten, the one who had walked into his life with your bright smile and never really left. And now? Now you were his girlfriend.

You were the prettiest girl in school. The kind of girl every guy had a crush on. And somehow he was the one you’d chosen.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, trying not to let the bubbling insecurities take over. You were smiling at something on your screen—probably a meme, or maybe a text from one of your friends. Matt couldn’t help but feel jealous. He wasn’t proud of it, but the idea of you texting some guy who secretly liked you, like so many did, made his stomach twist.

The soft hum of cheesy show played from your TV in the background, but Matt couldn’t hear it over the sound of his own thoughts. He gently ran his fingers through your hair, trying to focus on the feel of you against him instead of the small, nagging voice in his head that whispered: She could have anyone. Why me?

You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to him, and Matt’s heart felt like it was going to explode. He loved moments like this, where it was just the two of you, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but think about all the guys who stared at you in the halls, who whispered about how lucky he was to have you. And he knew they weren’t wrong.

You were beautiful, effortlessly so, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were too good to be his.

Matt hesitated, his throat tightening. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. “Do you ever… like, I don’t know… regret being with me?” His voice was barely above a whisper, and he immediately felt like an idiot for saying it.