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If you could choose how to spend the rest of your life, it would exactly like this.
Laying in your boyfriend's bed, the both of you all wrapped up in the many blankets, wearing nothing while bathing under the warm sun that keeps on shining through the window right beside you.
Your morning was full of giggles and mumbling to each other about everything and anything. It had a pause when one of you, Matt, volunteered to get up and get your already previously ordered food, but even after lunch, the whole day was like that.
Matthew's hand stops in the middle of your back, fingers spread over your soft naked skin, as he stares down at you with wide eyes.
"No way." He says while trying to fight off a smile.
"Yes way!" You say with your wide smile, "That's exactly why I never stepped foot on ice again. It was way so embarrassing."
You cringe at the thought of your just shared memory as you look away from your boyfriend and he smiles at you.
"Why did you never tell me this?"
"Just never remembered at a good time." You shrug, "When I did, it would always be when you would invite to those family ice thingies-"
"That's why you always refused?!" Matthew asks shocked.
His shock is emphasized by him propping himself up on his elbow as he lays on his side and you smile again at him.
"Unfortunately." You whisper.
His hand starts moving on your back again carefully and his eyes follow his hand.
"I can't believe this." He dramatically whispers to himself and you giggle.
You smack his naked chest and his expression breaks into his toothy smile again. You stare up at his eyes and he leans in to give you the, probably, millionth kiss from today.
The both of you smile when pulling away from the sweet and soft kiss and you bring your hand up to his face, caressing his cheek.
"Do you have any embarrassing stories?" You ask him softly, "Like the reallyyyy embarrassing ones, that nobody knows."
"I'm not sure." He says while looking away to think.
You tilt your head to stare up at him as he thinks deeply in the silence of the room.
His hand hasn't stopped moving against your back but his touch is so light that you almost forget that he's still touching you. Even when lost in his own thoughts, Matt keeps on drawing imaginary lines down your spine, across your shoulders, and sometimes up to the back of your neck, playing with ends of your hair.
"I have this one from when I was a kid..." He starts and your attention is brought back to what he's saying.
For the next few minutes, you just listened to him talk, smiling with him at the small mentions of his dad or mom or even siblings, and even mimic him when he scowls when trying to remember small details.
You're paying so much attention to him that Matthew doesn't even want to stop talking. It feels good to have someone that listens to him and shows as much emotions for the story as he does.
When the story ends, you're smiling just as wide as him, giggling a bit even at the images that your mind is creating with mini Matt having difficulty on ice and staying upright for more than 2 minutes.
As you're lost in your giggles, Matthew lays his head back down on the piled-up pillows and smiles at you.
"What?" You ask at the smiley man.
"Nothing..." He shakes his head a bit while trying to fight off his smile, "I just... I feel like I can tell you anything."
Your face changes from your usual smile to a pout as his adorable words reach your ears and you lean your head over his stretched-out arm in front of you. You two now laying and facing each other.
"I feel like I can tell you anything too." You answer in a whisper, making him smile more wide.
You lift your head and lay your lips over his, giving him a quick peck. Matt's hand rises from your back and lays over the back of your neck, pulling you close to him for you to kiss again.
When you pull away, you stare down at one another lovingly, that is, of course, until a very important question arises in your head.
"Wait." You lean your head back, making Matthew stare at you curiously and with slight confusion, "What are we going to get for dinner? We were supposed to be talking about that."
Your boyfriend laughs loudly at your sudden question and while he giggles away, he grabs your phone.
"Here. You can choose."
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