Old Friends.
Waking up in bed with Matthew is surreal. The sunlight streaming beautifully through his curtains, the sound of the birds outside making me feel peaceful. More importantly, his body so close to mine. I wake up on his bare chest, my head resting just over his heart, hearing it lightly beat. Matthew has his arm snaked around my back, pulling me close to him.
I peer upwards at his beautiful face. His features relaxed and breathing slow. Hair wild and sticking up in random directions. All thanks to our little antics from last night. I sit up slightly, leaning over to place small kisses along his jaw, a content sigh escaping his lips while his eyes flutter open.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Matthew's voice is gruff and raw. He closes his eyes, a smile spreading on his lips while he
