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“No take backs,” Regan teased, smiling up at him because she was already enjoying how easy it was to get along with him. She wasn’t normally one to stick around after sleeping with someone, but this was turning out to be a lot easier than she expected. “You can try to do it, but my pout is impossible to ignore so I know I’ll end up with something to eat.” Standing from the bed as he grabbed a shirt from his drawer, she took it with a smile before he leaned down to press a kiss against her lips. He was probably right about not seeing the shirt again and she figured she didn’t need to say it confirm that.
Once she pulled it over her head, she stood up so he could see how good she looked in just one of his t-shirts. She never really got why guys were so into that, but she loved the feeling of just walking around in a worn in baggy shirt. “I’ve never met someone who wants to cook so bad,” she laughed, heading towards the direction of the kitchen so he could make something for the two of them. Most guys probably would have passed out or asked her to leave by no, which meant he was’t a total douche. When they reached the kitchen, she wasted no time in moving over to one of his counters and pushed her way up onto it. “Let me see what you can do.”
“Jesus. I just got you off and you’re already telling me I can’t take anything back and I’m literally giving you one of my shirts. A prized shirt and I know I should just kiss it goodbye because you’re ass is going to hold onto it. As far as I know you’ll be buried in it just to spite me.” Then, “Don’t go using a pout on me. That’s an unfair advantage. If I pouted it will only be laughed at.” He said after she took the shirt. Matt waited for it to be over her head before he headed to the kitchen.
Matt flipped on the light and went to grab a skillet and set to work. “I want to show off my skills. Then you’ll see I’ve got other talents happening here besides fucking.” He winked with a grin, which showed his deep dimples, and as he went to get something from the fridge he took a detour and stood between her legs. “Just...” he said as he leaned in and kissed here. “you’re in the way of my plates and utensils.” He smirked as he kissed her throat. “I’ll move you when the time comes.”








