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mattheo riddle: thinking they only want you for your body

he has been staring at you for a while, and despite your efforts to ignore him, you can't help but feel self-conscious. finally, you decide to confront him.

"why are you staring at me like that?" you ask, snapping him out of his trance.

he seems caught off guard for a moment before a sly grin spreads across his face. "just admiring the view," he replies, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that makes you feel both desired and objectified.

a pang of insecurity shoots through you as you wonder if he really sees you for more than just your body.

you feel the need to ask. "is that all you see in me?" you say, your voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

his expression softens as he takes in the seriousness of your tone. he seems to realize that his words have cut deeper than he intended.

"no, of course not," he says, looking into your eyes. "but it's hard not to appreciate the way you look."

you nod, feeling a little reassured but still not fully convinced. "but what else do you see in me?" you push further, needing more than just surface-level compliments.

he pauses, searching for the right words. "you're smart and funny, and you have a way of lighting up a room when you walk in," he says sincerely. "you make me feel at ease, like i can be myself around you."

hearing his words makes you feel a little better, but there's one more thing you need to know. "but what about us?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "is this just about physical attraction, or do you actually care about me?"

he looks at you, his expression soft and sincere. "i do care about you," he says gently. "i enjoy spending time with you, and i want to get to know you better. it's not just about fucking and shit like that.. you mean more to me."

the reassurance and vulnerability in his words make you feel a little less anxious and more hopeful about the future. but you know that actions speak louder than words. "prove it," you say softly.

his gaze intensifies as he moves closer, resting his hand gently on your cheek. "i will," he murmurs, his voice low and sincere. "i'll show you how much you mean to me, if you'll let me."

you look into his eyes, wanting to believe him but wary of being hurt. "how do i know you're not just saying what i want to hear?" you ask, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

he sighs, understanding your skepticism given his previous behavior. "i swear, i want to do better. i want to get to know the real you, and i want to show you that you're worth so much more to me," he says, looking into your eyes intently, wanting to convey his sincerity.

"you're not just a pretty face to me," he says firmly. he reaches out and takes your hand, his touch gentle and warm.

"i appreciate your mind, your sense of humor, your quirks, and the way you make me feel," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "i'm sorry if i ever made you feel like i only cared about your body. i was being an ass, and you deserve better."