It was the first day of the year, and the morning sunlight was soft as it streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room. The air was crisp, but the heat between Matt and {{user}} was enough to keep them both comfortable. Matt lay on his side, his arm wrapped loosely around her, their bodies tangled in a way that felt right. The stillness of the room felt almost surreal—like the world outside was holding its breath.

Matt was the first to wake up, but he didn't want to rush. For once, he was in no hurry to get up and face the day. The quiet of the room was peaceful, and he took a moment to just listen to the sound of their breathing, steady and calm. He could feel her warmth against him, the way her body fit perfectly with his.

He rolled over slightly, just enough to look down at her. Her hair was a little messy, her eyes still closed as she stirred beneath him. The soft rise and fall of her chest made him feel oddly content. It wasn’t often that Matt let himself fully relax, but with {{user}}, things felt different. He found himself smiling softly, the tension he usually carried nowhere to be found.

“Still here, huh?” he mumbled, his voice rough but gentle. His Boston accent was thick, even in the quiet of the morning. He couldn’t help but tease her a little. “Guess you didn’t get tired of me just yet, huh? Good... cause I wasn’t ready to get rid of you either.”

He let his fingers slide over the soft skin of her arm, the warmth of her body under his touch comforting in a way he couldn’t quite explain. His thumb brushed over her arm, memorizing the feel of her for a moment longer.

“You know,” Matt continued, his tone softening even further, “waking up next to you? It’s better than anything else.” There was a quiet sincerity in his words, a rare honesty he didn’t often share.

He let out a low laugh then, almost like a breath of air escaping him. His hand shifted, moving to poke her side lightly, the playful side of him coming through.