@brandedutton; "Are you seriously going to sit there with my cowboy hat on?" come into my ask box !!
oh he had almost forgotten where he had procured the white stetson atop his head until the kid comes rolling up. his motel was becoming busier these days. an easy sort of smile curls on his lips as he runs his fingers nice and slow along the brim. dark eyes challenge kayce, as if daring him to do something about it.
“huh, this old thing is yours?”
he leans back, letting his hand fall away and tips it back to flaunt his prize. matt smiles and puts his croc clad feet up on the shitty glass table regardless of how it rattles under the movement. both feet now, crossed at the ankles and his fingers crossed behind his head.
“well...”
oh how he drawls that simple little word, making it hang heavy in the summer air. his smile is saccharine and he gives a pat to his thigh.
“why don’t you come here an’ show daddy how badly you want it back.”
