I just stared at Matt.
How could I have been so stupid last night.
How had I not realized.
Well number one, I was drunk, duh.
Number two, shit like that doesn't matter to me.
"So, you're M. Shadows from Avenged Sevenfold?" I asked, just to clarify.
He nodded, his eyes focused on my face and not wavering.
"Hmm, I was wondering why you looked so familiar last night. I just didn't put two and two together." I said.
He sat quietly looking at me.
"That's really cool though. I've heard of you guys. Never been to a concert but heard you guys put on one hell of a show. How long have you been together?" I asked curiously.
"11 years almost." Matt said.
He sounded a little confused and hesitant.
"What's wrong?" I said.
"It's just, you know, you're handling this really well." He said.
"How else am I supposed to handle it. You're still Matt, the sweet and thoughtful guy that brought me breakfast in bed after knowing me less than 24 hours." I told him simply.
He grinned widely and practically jumped forward crashing his lips to mine.
I sighed contently.
It's heaven having Matt's lips against mine.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me this was going way too fast.
I'd just met Matt last night and I was already having feelings for him.
That's not normal.
Especially not for me.
I'm one of the most skeptical people in the world.
So why does this feel so right?
Oh yeah, because he has lips that were made for kissing and can make me swoon with just a smile and a glimpse of those dimples.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, not wanting him to stop.
His fingers trailed across my collar bone and I wiggled, the contrast of his rough fingertips against my soft skin an amazing feeling.
Matt pushed me on to my back and held himself above me.
His lips moved down my face, across my collar bones, and kissed the tops of my breast.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I gripped Matt's head tightly between my finger tips.
His nose skimmed over my neck and I heard him inhale deeply.
I jerked away immediately.
I obviously started Matt because he jumped off of me and was looking down at me with concern.
"What's wrong?" He asked quickly, looking me over.
I probably looked crazy, with swollen lips, flushed skin and breathing like I just ran a marathon.
"Nothing. I just, uh, want to take a shower." I said quickly.
I probably smell disgusting.
I was dancing last night and getting all sweaty and not to mention me and Matt's late night activities.
I most likely smell like a week football players jock strap.
"Now?" Matt asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion.
