Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to stare?

of envelopes and showers

after 4 months

"Hey babe, look at what the mailman brought in."

I turned around and saw a half naked Matt stroll into the living room, waving a rather posh looking silver envelope. He just finished his morning run and he was shimmering, yes, shimmering with sweat. I still couldn't get over how damn sexy my man was.

I was sitting on the dining table, surrounded by paper, grading essays. I finally found a job I enjoyed, teaching psychology at my college. Matt, of course, offered me an HR job at his company but I refused because I didn't want to be working for my boyfriend. He, of course, thought it was a good idea because he could always stroll down to HR if he was missing me. I told him I would probably file for sexual harassment which earned me a pout from him.

Life with Matt has certainly been good. Being with him felt right and easy, like everything just fell into place. We still had fights like regular, normal couples but at least we dealt with them like mature adults. I still catch myself in awe at how a real relationship works and how we made it work. I even finally gave him a key to my apartment about a month into dating him. He made a big deal about it, taking me out for a celebratory dinner in honor of the momentous occasion. He still likes to kid me about it because he gave me the keys to his place 3 days into our relationship and that it only took long because he had to wait for the copies to be made. I still just roll my eyes at him.

He asked me to move in with him about two months ago, but I refused to let my apartment go. I felt too much at home in it. I asked him to move in instead, an idea he quickly agreed to. He figured he spent most of the time here anyway, and he did practically move in a few days after we met, so he just brought more stuff over and called my place our home. I made 'his old bedroom' into an office for him at first, but he surprised me one day to see that he moved things around and bought another table so that we both can work there, together.

He still kept his apartment because, well, he owned, the damn building. We do spend some weekends at his place because he had a pool and a very beautiful en suite bathroom with an expansive bathtub. I blushed at the memory of the last weekend we spent there. I jokingly called his apartment our summer house, we go there to unwind. He laughed at that one.

"What is that?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "Looks fancy..." I teased and extended my arms out towards him.

Matt walked over to me, bent down and gave me a scorching hot kiss that had me grabbing at his sweaty expansive chest. I whimpered when he pulled away. Of course, my body was still, only very responsive to him.

"It's a wedding invitation,actually." He grinned at me.

"Oh, anyone we know getting married?" I scrunched my forehead, confused. I reached out for the envelope and opened it.

I stared at the engraved letters and felt like vomiting. I threw the invite on the table like it was on fire.

I looked over at Matt who sat on the chair next to me, studying my disgusted face. "So..should we RSVP then?" he teased.

"Ugh, please. That thing just gave me the heebejebees. They seriously have some nerve." I scowled. "But, I feel sorry for Tiffany. I hope he broke things off with her atleast."

Matt leaned back and shrugged. "Sad to say, but I highly doubt it."

I frowned at him. Then it suddenly hit me. I smiled widely at him.

"Okay..babe...I don't like that look. You're scheming." He narrowed his eyes at me.

" I'm only thinking about doing the right thing." I batted my eyelids at him.

He leaned over to me and cradled my face into his hands. " I know, you always mean well. Just stay out of trouble. okay?"

I grinned at him.

He gave me a peck on my lips "Okay, I'm going to take a shower now...any chance I can convince you to take one with me?" he murmured slowly against my lips.

I moved back and peered into his eyes. "Tempting...but I can't, I'm swamped." I smiled at him apologetically. "Besides, I could have finished this last night if you didn't distract me."

Yeah we were both in the office doing our own thing, when Matt decided he was bored with his work. To make a long story short, most of my student's paper works ended up on the floor and we got to test the sturdiness of both our tables. That was why I relocated to the dining table because I refused to do it where we actually ate, no kitchen counters either.

His eyes glanced at the table and I knew what he was thinking. "It's alright, I understand. I get to have you to myself later when you're all done here." he grinned mischievously at me.

God, he's so perfect.

I watched him saunter into our room to take his shower.

I turned my attention back to the papers in front of me and started reading about the Id, ego and alter ego. That was when the distinct sound of water hitting the floor tiles drifted over to me. I turned my head and saw that Matt left our bedroom door open, intentionally. He's such a naughty boy. I bit my lip as I imagined the rivulets of water flowing over his chest down to his chiseled torso, flowing into every nook and cranny of his sinful body. I was suddenly very thirsty.

I swallowed.

I looked back down at my student's paper and back towards our bedroom.

Who the fuck was I kidding?

I dropped the paper that I was holding.

Sorry kids, mama wants her sugar.

I pushed my chair back and ran towards the bathroom.

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a/n so yeah...i went and wrote another chapter. lol. this is the last though. I just had get it out of my system.

this was supposed to be a bit longer with Tiffany in it..but..it was kinda sad so i just chucked that part.

just a glimpse into their not so distant future. 😘