Muffled cries disappear into the crook of your neck as Matthew clings to you. His damp lashes flutter against your skin; his eyebrows furrowed, his body trembling.   You assure him that you love him, that you absolutely adore him. He simply hiccups in response, nodding into your neck. His smoldering, tan skin wet against yours.

You plant a kiss on the crown of his head, earning a feeble snivel from him.   “You’re not,” he begins, his voice momentarily trailing off. “You won’t leave me right?”