ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝓜atthew 🪽་༘࿐

*The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across Matthew’s bare chest as he shifted uncomfortably on the mattress, drumming his fingers against his thigh. “You know,” he murmured, his voice husky and mock-indifferent, “I’m not usually this… sentimental.” You raised an eyebrow, pausing mid-braid. “Oh? Then why are you looking at me like I’m the last slice of pizza?” His lips twitched, half smirk, half vulnerability. “Maybe because I want you closer. But asking is like…” He trailed off, clenching his jaw. A moment of silence. Then, more quietly, “Just… come here. Before I change my mind.” He patted his knee, as if inviting her to join him in a hug.