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𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 ; 568

imagine no. eighteen !

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𝘼/𝙉 ; this is so sweet im gonna cry

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 ; request!

❝𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔰❞

YOU AND MATT stand comfortably in the kitchen. you both were craving italian, but were too tired to actually go out of your ways to cook. so you went and picked up olive garden, and now face each other.

matts stood against the island, and youre leaning against the counter next to the stove.

the conversation bouncing between you wouldn't be anything memorable to someone else, but you find every conversation with your best friend to be something that will constantly linger.

looking away from the bowl of pasta you hold in your hand, you look at matt. you noticed he was staring a few seconds ago, but wanted to see if it was just a quick glance or if he was genuinely staring at you.

your eyes meet and you give him a quick smile, watching as his face turns red and he looks down at your lips for just a second. meeting your eyes again.

"there's uh, something on your lip." he mumbles, waving his hand in front of his face, gesturing at his mouth.

"oh, shit, thanks." you laugh, running the back of your hand over your mouth in an attempt to get it off.

matt lightly chuckles, "no, right there," he says, again pointing at his own lip.

you wipe at it again, "did i get it now?"

matt runs something through his mind rather than responding to you, searching your eyes as if you knew what he was about to do. he sighs, placing down his bowl before taking a few cautious steps in your direction.

you cock your brow, staring at him with interest.

he still doesn't speak, instead lifting his hand you to your face. gently pressing his thumb to your lip. your eyes lock before he drags his thumb over your lower lip, swiping away the small bit of food. butterflies quickly swarm your stomach, heat rising in your chest.

"there," he says, dropping his hand. but still, he keeps his eyes on yours. the entrancing diamond blue color of his sweet gaze, seething deep into your head. ripping you away from your senseless look on reality.

"matt..." you whisper, your voice dropping lower in anticipation, the tiniest shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"y/n..."

you reach down to grab his hand, pulling it back up to your cheek. once its rested on the nick of your jaw, you move your hand away, cupping his face. "matt..." you repeat again, biting down lightly on your lower lip to fight back a smile.

his eyes flicker hesitantly to your lips, and back up to your eyes. hesitating for just a second longer before leaning down. pulling you into a kiss which youve been waiting for, for forever.

the kiss is slow, dangerously, annoyingly, slow. but yet, its perfect. more than you could've ever asked for, really.

matt pulls away, but staying close enough to leave his hand on your neck, and press his forehead against yours.

"im glad that you finally grew some balls and kissed me." you laugh, still speaking in a light whisper.

"im glad you're glad because i was worried you'd be upset when i told you there was nothing on your lip." his voice is heavy and honey coated.

you smile, "fuck you," you mumble, pulling him back to your lips. connecting him with another, sickening slow kiss.