The Best Kept Secret.

-3- Breakfast.

- In the grand plan of things, this was not how I thought the third chapter would go, and definately not how I planned it to start with. But then I realised some Matt & Charlotte time was needed before I got into the storyline, so this stemmed from that thought process. It's kinda full of cheese, but don't be put off, it's just a filler, so I guess that means I should probably put the fourth chapter out sooner than I was planning too. Still ~ Comment on it please. Let me know what you think! ♥

p.s. I am AMAZED with how many reads this has in a day. It definately did not get this reception on Quizilla, so thanks guys. I'm glad you liked the previous chapters :) x

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I was comfortable. More comfortable than I should’ve been if I was still asleep on top of Matty on the couch. Stretching out my body, my feet collided with legs. As feeling returned to my body, I realized one of my legs was tangled with Matt’s, my stomach flush against his, where my tank top had ridden up and met his bare chest. My entire body felt warm, and a comforter was tucked over me, my head on my pillows. I assumed Matt had carried me up here after I’d fallen asleep and gotten me changed. My skinny jeans had become shorts and my jacket had been replaced with a tank top. Tingles over my skin ran all down my arm, his fingertips moving in zigzags from my shoulder to my elbow and his steady breathing filled the entire room.

Shuffling against him and wrapping my arms around his hips, I opened my eyes, meeting his shining green ones automatically.

“Good morning.” I smiled up at him.

“Morning.” He replied, his fingers still stroking over my skin, his voice husky from sleep. “you sleep ok?”

“yep.” I stretched in his arms. “I slept better last night than I have in days.”

“It’s cause I was here.” Matthew laughed,

“Sure it was.” I teased, pecking the tip of his nose and pulling out of his arms, before getting out of the covers and stretching.

He stayed in my bed, his arms crossed behind his head against the wall, the comforter slung around his waist, exposing his six pack, which still had me drooling after an entire year, watching me gather my things from around my room for a shower and picking up my make-up and straighteners off the floor.

“I make you breakfast when I get out.” I told him, walking into the en-suite bathroom and starting up the shower. Slipping into the warm water, I soaked my body and lathered myself in strawberry body gel.

Ten minutes later I was done, and walked back into my room, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, to find the TV on and Matt watching the sports channel with a concentrated look on his face.

His eyes flickered over to me once, scanning down my legs before returning to the TV, smirking to himself as he watched guys fight over a ball on the screen.

I grabbed underwear, denim shorts and a white tank top out of my dresser and pulled them on underneath the towel, turning to Matthew, still sat under the covers of my double bed.

“breakfast?” He asked.

I nodded, “what do ya want?”

“you reckon you could make pancakes?” He grinned, crossing the room after flicking the television off, running a hand through his mussed up hair, making his muscles flex down his chest and stomach. I bit my lip and he chuckled and took my hand, bringing it up to his lips, kissing it softly and lacing our fingers together.

“probably.” I shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. The red blinking digits showed 7:00. We didn’t have to be at school until 8:30. “Chocolate chip?”