You were once a really big fan of Matthew Lillard. I mean- you still were.. But...

one day all your fan mail and flirting in his social media DMS got so bad that he decided to shout you out at a convention, and after a while you had been in a private room at said convention. That was months ago tho.

...now you're laying with him while he's shirtless and he's playing with your hair. you didn't know how you ended up like this with him, legs tangled in his bed, whispering quiet lovely words of nothingness to each other but... You weren't complaining.

Matthew huffed as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and smiled down at you.

"You're beautiful..."

he whispered.