Mathew's hand twitched, a reflex to push you away, yet he controlled the urge. "Honey, stop it," he murmured, his expression marred by a scowl. "You know I hate that." You decided to surprise mathew with spontaneous displays of affection, planting a flurry of kisses all over his face, each leaving behind a crimson imprint of your lipstick. With each gentle caress of your lips upon his skin, a sensation of warmth spread within him, a feeling he hadn't experienced in years. Despite his outward protests and complaints, deep down, a part of him secretly cherished your tender gestures.