He needs me in ways no one has before, and I plan on giving him everything he’s ever wanted. Everything he’s ever needed.
And I don’t even want to leave. There’s just something about him that keeps me close, that keeps me giving a part of myself to him.
I want to keep him tucked against me forever.
“I don’t want to go to work tomorrow,” Matthew grumbles, his lips moving to slide against mine once more. I let him, spending the next several minutes just kissing him lazily. My tongue slips into his mouth and they tangle. When we finally pull away, I hear his stomach grumble.
“You need to eat.”
“Don’t need to,” he sighs, his eyelids drooping.
“You need to. You’ve only eaten breakfast today.”
He sighs and then kisses me again. He’s insatiable, and if I didn’t like him so much, I’d have put a stop to this. But it seems I’m just as addicted to him.
“We can just order in,” I tell him as he nuzzles against me.
“Fine. If you insist.”
“I do. I don’t need you expiring from hunger. We have a lot more kissing to do.”
“We do,” he says groggily as he follows me out onto the patio.
We put on clothes this morning to eat and never took them off, which means we’re warm and toasty outside when we settle onto the spacious lounge chair. We cuddle under the blankets, Matthew’s lips finding mine right after I order us some food.
It comes an hour later, and I drag my humming body to the door, retrieving the bags and bringing them back to Matthew, who is still bundled under the blanket.
I feed him, one bite at a time, taking turns kissing my way across his lips and jaw in between and watching as he just sighs into my touch.
How am I ever going to let go of such a sweet and needy man?
“I was thinking,” he says after he swallows a bite of pita bread and hummus. His tongue sneaks out and wets his lip. My eyes follow the movement, realizing that I’m just as ravenous as he is. Just as needy.
“What were you thinking about?” I prod, and Matthew closes his eyes.
“Just thinking about how different I feel since meeting you.”
“Yeah?” I ask as I gently touch his lips. They’re pink and puffy from kissing me all goddamn day. Not that I’m complaining. I’d kiss him like this for the rest of our lives. I can’t imagine it ever growing old.
“Yeah, I think if you’d asked me who I was months ago, I never would have said a dude who was into another guy.”
“Ah, so you’re into me?” I ask with a waggle of my eyebrows, and Matthew huffs out a small laugh.
“Yeah, seems I am. Can’t you tell by the way I’m all over you?”
“Mhm.”
“I just feel like such a hypocrite.”
“For how you treated your brothers?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, there’s always amends that can be made. Perhaps when we go visit Sem and Magnus, you can grovel.”
“I think I’ll have to.”
“Like on your knees. Admit how wrong you were.”