Matty was so sure that no one else in the world had ever felt what they were feeling in that moment. It was so rare and pure. He couldn't imagine this type of love existing for anyone else in the world. It was sacred, belonging only to them.
Gabi looked full of emotion. And even though it was the good kind, the happy kind, it still made his heart ache to see her almost cry. When Gabi peppered his face with kisses, Matty smiled, rubbing at her sides. The physical contact felt so natural, as if they'd both spent many lifetimes doing this.
"I can't wait either, baby. But finding out my favorite color is a little too personal. Maybe we save that for our third date?"
Matty grinned. He wiped at her cheeks gently. He also felt overwhelmed with love and happiness and excitement. This was only the first day they'd known each other. They had the rest of their lives to spend together.
"I'd do anything for you," Matty admitted. "I'd spend the rest of my days sorting out all of your rainbow goldfish if that's what you wanted."
'I can't wait either, baby. But finding out my favorite color is a little too personal. Maybe we save that for our third date?'
Laughter forces its way out of her, hard and sudden, emotions tipping on a tightrope stretched between intense adoration and amusement. Trust Matty to make her chuckle in the midst of all this.
There's a snort. A smile, as Gabi's eyes dart around the room momentarily.
"I bet it's green though. All these plants..."
That was the beautiful part of it, wasn't it? She had all the time in the world to learn his favorite color— maybe colors, since he was an artist, maybe he liked a deep emerald green and a smoky mauve. Or maybe he favored something brighter, some electric coral shade.
Whatever it was ... it would become Gabi's favorite color too.
Matty's grin is infectious, and Gabi matches it instantly, cheeks rounding beneath his thumbs as he swipes at any stray moisture. I'd do anything for you, he says, and Gabi believes him. A strange sort of peace settles her, the notion of truly being held. It was ... crazy, maybe to some, all this talk of forever after such a short amount of time. But it felt right. And Gabi and Matty didn't owe anyone else an explanation. If forever was what they felt, why water it down? Why not say it? Gabi didn't want to think about what was normal, she just wanted to trust love.
Trust Matty.
'I'd spend the rest of my days sorting out all of your rainbow goldfish if that's what you wanted.'
And that declaration is one of a thousand reasons why Gabi does.
"I didn't know they made perfect men like you." She drops her head into his hair for a moment, presses a kiss before leaning back to look into his eyes once more. It sends a shiver tripping up her spine — the idea she got to have him forever.
"You'd probably be very good at that. The color sorting. With you being an artist and all." Her lips purse, gaze caught by all the complicated computer and gaming equipment, expensive cables and wires. She catches one of his hands. Kisses a finger. "I bet you have very fast reflexes too."











