gray - m. gubler

gray ➳ viii.

when matthew is trying to scare you on halloween

"When is the party exactly?" you asked, curling your hair with a flat iron as you turned to face Matthew, who was holding a skull in front of his face and opening its mouth.

You could perfectly see the tiny dimples at the corner of his lips. You rolled your eyes playfully, making him laugh. "Very funny, Matthew."

"What? You're telling me that didn't scare you?" Matthew frowned. "Not in the least bit?"

You shook your head and laughed at his attempt. Attempting to zip up the back of your dress, you reached as far as you can, but it was useless. You walked past Matthew, heading towards the mirror.

"Eight o'clock," Matthew answered your question from before, shooting you a smile as he twirled around in his movable chair. His eyes wandered to the undone zipper of your black dress. "Oh you want me to help you with that?"

"It's fine. I got it—"

Before you could finish, Matthew had already gotten up from his chair, and you sucked in a breath as soon as you felt his cold fingertips brush against your skin.

"Thank you," you said, closing your eyes with a sigh.

"Anything for my lady."