Guys I don’t know what to label these😞😓
Summary: a sunrise drive, shared coffee, and quiet confessions — matt shows his love in the softest ways, and this morning, you feel it in every word, glance, and golden moment.
The soft hum of Matt’s car engine mixed with the quiet indie playlist drifting from the speakers as you watched the sunrise paint the sky in shades of pink and gold. It was barely 7 AM, but when Matt had texted asking if you wanted to go on a spontaneous drive to watch the sunrise, you couldn’t say no.
“I still can’t believe you got up this early willingly,” Matt chuckled, glancing over at you with that gentle smile that never failed to make your heart skip. His hair was slightly messy from sleep, and he looked cozy in his oversized hoodie.
“For you? I’d get up at 5 AM,” you replied, then immediately laughed. “Okay, that’s a lie. But 6:30 is definitely doable.”
Matt’s laugh was warm and genuine. “I appreciate the honesty. And the effort.” He reached over at a red light, briefly squeezing your hand. “I just… I don’t know, I woke up and thought about how we’re always so busy, and I wanted to do something just for us. No cameras, no schedule, just… this.”
Your chest filled with warmth at his words. Matt was always thoughtful like this - finding ways to create quiet moments together despite the chaos of his everyday life. You interlaced your fingers with his as he continued driving.
“Where are we going exactly?” you asked, watching the familiar streets give way to more scenic routes lined with trees.
“There’s this overlook I found a few weeks ago when I got lost trying to find that coffee shop Chris wanted to try,” he explained. “It has the perfect view of the valley, and I’ve been wanting to share it with you.”
The thoughtfulness of him remembering a random spot just to bring you there made your heart flutter. “You know, most people would just suggest getting breakfast together.”
“Are you complaining about my unconventional date ideas?” Matt asked with mock concern, though his eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Never,” you said firmly. “I love that your brain works differently than most people’s. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
Matt’s cheeks tinged pink at the compliment, and he focused intently on the road for a moment. Even after months of dating, he still got adorably flustered when you were openly affectionate.
“Here we are,” he said softly, pulling into a small clearing with a perfect view of the valley below. The sun was higher now, casting everything in golden light.
You both got out of the car, and Matt immediately went to the trunk, pulling out a thermos and a soft blanket. “I may have planned this a little bit,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Matt…” you started, but he was already spreading the blanket on the hood of his car.
“I brought coffee,” he said, unscrewing the thermos cap. “Made it just how you like it.”
You could have melted right there. Instead, you helped him settle onto the blanket on the hood, accepting the warm cup he handed you. The coffee was perfect - the right amount of cream and just sweet enough.
“This is incredible,” you breathed, taking in the view. The valley stretched out below you, dotted with trees and houses that looked tiny from this height. Morning mist still clung to some of the lower areas, creating an almost magical atmosphere.
“Right?” Matt settled beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. “I thought about it all week - bringing you here. I kept imagining how you’d react.”
You turned to look at him, struck by the soft contentment on his face. “What did you imagine?”
“That you’d get that look you get when you see something beautiful,” he said quietly, meeting your gaze. “The way your eyes light up and you get this little smile… like right now.”
Your heart did a complete somersault. “Matt…”
“I know I’m not always the best with words,” he continued, looking down at his coffee cup. “Not like Nick with his quick comebacks or Chris with his… Chris-ness. But I wanted you to know that these moments with you are my favorite part of everything. When it’s quiet like this and it’s just us.”
You set your coffee aside and reached for his hand. “You’re perfect with words when it matters,” you told him sincerely. “And you’re perfect at showing me how you feel. This morning, bringing me here… Matt, this is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
His eyes widened slightly. “Really?”
“Really.” You scooted closer to him on the blanket. “You pay attention to everything. You remember things I mention in passing, you create these beautiful moments, you make me feel so cared for. Don’t ever think you’re not good with words when you communicate love like this.”
Matt set his coffee down too, turning to face you fully. “I do love you,” he said softly, like he was still amazed by the fact. “So much it kind of scares me sometimes.”
“Good scared or bad scared?” you asked gently.
“Good scared,” he replied immediately. “Like… scared because I’ve never felt anything this important before. Scared because I want to do everything right with you.”
You reached up to cup his face gently, thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “You are doing everything right. This, us, right now - it’s perfect.”
Matt leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening to meet yours again. “Can I kiss you?”
Instead of answering, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was soft and sweet and tasted like coffee and contentment. When you pulled apart, you stayed close, foreheads touching.
“I love you too,” you whispered. “More than I know how to put into words.”
Matt’s smile was radiant. “Good thing we have plenty of time to figure it out.”
You settled back against him, his arm wrapping around you as you both turned to watch the sun climb higher over the valley. The morning was warming up, birds were starting to sing, and you felt like you could stay in this moment forever.
“Thank you,” you murmured against his shoulder.
“For getting lost trying to find a coffee shop. For waking up early. For thinking of me when you saw something beautiful.” You tilted your head to look at him. “For being you.”
Matt pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you for getting up at 6:30 AM for me.”
“Anytime,” you said, and meant it completely.
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