Sex // Matty Healy

Sex // Matty Healy

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"Matthew, stop. We can't do this," I say, pulling away slightly. "Shh, yes we can, baby," he brings both of his hand to cup my face, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my cheeks. "Matty, this could ruin our friendship, and ruining our friendship means ruining our relationships with the rest of our group." "It's just sex, Rose. It doesn't mean anything. It's no big deal," he shrugs it off. Little did he know, it meant everything to me. warning: drug usage and sexual content.
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"Matty?" "George" His voice came out shaky and slurred, his breathing becoming heavier by the second. "Are you alright?" George gripped his phone. "No," Matty said, "I'm not alright. George, I did something really bad."

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