having your boyfriend leech onto you wordlessly as you scrolled through social media on your phone was lovely—but also it could get suffocating.

you loved your boyfriend, truly, but sometimes it got too much. especially when you wanted some time to yourself before you went to sleep.

matt had his face buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist to hold you close to his bare, muscular chest. he loved the feeling of you being close; even if he’d never admit it publicly. he had too much pride for that.

“matt.” you spoke up quietly, a hint of exasperation in your voice. he lifted his head up, and nodded. “do you reckon you could give me a little.. space?” you requested, and then went back to looking at your phone.

he looked appalled at your words, and silently fled to the floor on the opposite side of the bed, hiding under a blanket.

you expected him to just roll over onto hid other side—not do that.

after a few minutes of silence interrupted by your phone, you noticed it was too quiet. turning over, you noted how matt wasn’t in bed with you anymore. “baby?” you called out, and leaned over the bed to spot him on the floor.