Okay, so maybe not the best thing, but it's high up there. Matt really doesn't want a broken hand, or his heart ripped out of his chest, and considering Rebekah's siblings and their penchant for being oh, I don't know, mass murderers?
The chances of either of those things happening aren't unlikely.
Things between them have shifted, against all odds. Matt would be lying if he said he knew what he was doing, but he's drawn to her inexplicably. He hasn't wanted to be, but he is, and when she makes her way out of the house, Matt is already stepping out of his truck to open the door for her.
There's a pause as he's met with the sight of her (remembers the feel of her lips on his, her hands on his back, the thrust of her hips), and then the thought comes lowly, almost as if unbidden: ]
You look ... [ he lets out a breath. Beautiful. She looks beautiful. ]
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Okay, so maybe not the best thing, but it's high up there. Matt really doesn't want a broken hand, or his heart ripped out of his chest, and considering Rebekah's siblings and their penchant for being oh, I don't know, mass murderers?
The chances of either of those things happening aren't unlikely.
Things between them have shifted, against all odds. Matt would be lying if he said he knew what he was doing, but he's drawn to her inexplicably. He hasn't wanted to be, but he is, and when she makes her way out of the house, Matt is already stepping out of his truck to open the door for her.
There's a pause as he's met with the sight of her (remembers the feel of her lips on his, her hands on his back, the thrust of her hips), and then the thought comes lowly, almost as if unbidden: ]
You look ... [ he lets out a breath. Beautiful. She looks beautiful. ]