In which you invite Matt over after an unsuccessful third date for a fourth..
With how much of a disaster your last date with Matt was, you felt pressured to make sure everything was perfect for this one. The food was great, the apartment was clean, you'd shaved and made the bed just incase he'd be staying the night. That was if everything went to plan.
He showed up looking way too good, a small stubble and some expensive looking black sweater. That man was going to kill you.
"Hi!" You greet him with a quick peck on the cheek, letting him into the small apartment. He looks around, taking in the cluttered space and artwork on the walls.
He turns to look at you infront of the counter whipping up some sauce and suddenly his hands are hesitantly finding your waist, looking over your shoulder as some excuse to touch you.
"I made pizzas, some salad and a chocolate cake for desert. Hope that's all good for you."
You glance back at him despite the growing blush on your face at the close proximity, taking in his freshly shaved face. He smiles at you and turns you around from the hips to face you completely.
"It's all good. You're all good."
He almost leans in for a kiss but that didn't feel too appropriate when he'd just gotten here.
"I like your.. shiny makeup. And your face. Actually, it's probably your face that makes the makeup look good."
Was he an idiot? Since when was he so bad at complementing women? His worries quickly leave his head when you giggle and mumble an awkward 'thank you'.
"Sorry. You make me nervous. I was just trying to say you look pretty. Because I heard you should compliment on something women can control like clothes or makeup but now i just sound stupid."
"It's okay. Go and pick out something to watch, food will be done in five minutes."
He wanders through your small apartment, settling on the couch. Luckily enough he ends up picking a movie that isn't really weird like last time and he finds himself with a pretty girl under his arm again but without any interruptions, unlike last time.
You've finished the food, your head resting on his shoulder while you trace patterns into his palm.
"That line is for luck in money.. that's career, so you'll have a pretty fulfilling career but i guess you already do."
"I don't know. I won't do YouTube forever so I'll definitely do something after. Maybe I'll just be a stay at home dad."
That peaks your interest.
"Yeah, not now but maybe five years from now. I think I'd be a really good girl dad." He smiles at the thought of raising his own daughters, a soft look in his eyes mow that he's hoping you feel the same.
"Ugh. Whatever, i guess."
He laughs after his own answer, shaking his head to make sure you knew he was joking but you're laughing along with him instead of getting weirded out. God, you're perfect. He starts to think the wine was a good idea considering how touchy you're getting and how funny you seem to find him. He's not much better with a hand gripping your thigh, pulling your legs over his lap. He hasn't been this close with a woman in months and he doesn't think he's hand a more successful date with anyone.
"It's getting dark out. I heard it's gonna rain pretty bad this evening."
"Yeah? I'll have to hurry."
"You'll be good going home? You don't have to leave tonight, you know."
"Oh well I've already driven across the US for three days straight i don't think some rain-"
Matt stops when he realises what you're insinuating. Oh. Oh. He truly was an idiot.
"Actually, I'm deadly afraid of the rain and I'll have a terrible accident if I leave so i think I'll stay the night."
He doesn't hold himself back this time from kissing you and hoisting you into his lap.
When he wakes up the next morning, the first thing he feels is your soft skin meeting with his hand from where he's gripping your hip and your hair tickling his cheek. You're still asleep and that's perfectly fine with him because now he has the time to admire your face without you blushing or covering your face.
Matt pulls you closer and presses a few kisses to your face a shoulders until you wake up from the movement.
He leans over to kiss you until he's pushed back.
"Nooo.. my breath stinks."
"I genuinely couldn't care less about your breath, I'd kiss you anytime."
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