He clutched the book with quivering hands.
"What is this my love?"
Y/N stated in disbelief, your orbs glazing over with panic.
"Um, Um, er it's nothing."
Flustered she pulled away too embarrassed to face Mathew Timothy Healy.
"I think Id like you better if you took of your clothes you know Y/N"
She was astonished and grabbed his moist hand, slowly leaning in towards this mysterious man and myth.
"Your breath smells, Matty you know that right?"
"Yeah all, the girls say,."
As he ushered those words the song girls by the 1985 came on, she began grinding upon Mathew Timothy Healy.
Which Matty stated.
"I might have a boner, I can't really tell."
They snuck out the door of the English cafe renound for famous English people, and the world awaited them.
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The Smell Of Your Hair (Reminds me of your feet)
Poetryyour average matty healy fanfic. you know what to expect.
