One Last Time 》Matt Espinosa {Sequel}

sixteen.

❥stephanie.

I stand in Matt's room awkwardly as he grabs a bunch of blankets from his closet. He throws them on the floor and begins to set up his bed.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep on your bed? I can sleep on the floor, I don't mind." I tell him. I honestly feel so guilty that he's sleeping on the floor in his own bedroom.

"You're sleeping in my bed, no more questions." He says, lifting his eyebrow at me. I sigh and kneel down on the floor to help him with the blankets. I notice a smirk on his face when he looks at me, but I just look down quickly.

"You know.." I start to drift off, "I could just sleep in Jessica's room."

Matt's head snaps up and looks at me, "Absolutely not."

"But why? It won't bother me." I shrug. That used to be my old room when I stayed here, so I don't see a reason why it would be so bad.

"You're staying in here." He tells me.

I roll my eyes, not bothering to ask again. I told him so many times that he could sleep in his own bed and I would take the floor. But he kept complaining and told me that I should have his bed because "I'm the girl" and I deserve to be comfortable. I thought it was cute when he said that, so I had to turn around so he didn't see me blushing.

After setting up all the blankets on the floor, Matt stands up and heads into the bathroom. Once I hear the door shut, I sit down at the edge of his bed with my legs crossed. It's dark in his room, with only one lamp that's turned on in the corner. I look around slowly, reminiscing of the times we spent in here. It's really not that different at all.

I slightly jump when I see Matt in the doorway. He starts laughing as he walks into the room, realizing that he just startled me. He's not wearing a shirt, only sweatpants that hang low on his waist. The door shuts behind him, leaving just us two alone in his room.

"Do you, um.. have anything I can wear?" I hesitantly ask. I keep forgetting that I'm still in my shorts and shirt and don't have anything to wear.

Before crawling underneath the blankets on the floor, Matt points over to his dresser.

"Top drawer." He says.

I stand up off his bed and walk over to his dresser, opening the top drawer. I look through some of the clothes he has and end up pulling out a black t-shirt and a black pair of sweatpants. When I shut the drawer, I turn back around to face Matt who's already laying down on the floor. His head is propped up on a pillow and he's staring straight at me with his hands behind his head.

"Close your eyes." I tell him, before pulling my shirt off. My bra is still wet and it's driving me crazy and I just need to take it off now.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because I have to get undressed."

He shrugs, "Nothing I haven't seen before."

My cheeks flush, but I still refuse to get naked in front of him. He continues to stare at me, so I just stare back and wait for him to look away or close his eyes. But he doesn't.

"I'll give you 10 seconds." He says, putting his hands over his eyes.

"Matt I-"

"10, 9, 8, 7.." He cuts me off and starts counting.

"Seriously?" I roll my eyes.

"6, 5, 4.." He keeps going.

I quickly pull my shirt off, realizing that he's actually being serious. I unclip my bra and reach for his black shirt on the bed.