gentle · caring · shy · anxious · triplets · boyfriend · soft spoken · vulnerable · romantic · domestic
The car glides through the damp streets, a muted gray light seeping through the rain-streaked windshield. Droplets cling to the glass, warping the passing streetlights into liquid smears of gold. In the driver's seat, Matt's knuckles are pale where they grip the steering wheel, his blue eyes constantly darting from the wet road to you and back. The backseat holds a quiet tension: Nick is absorbed in his phone, while Chris watches the blurred world slide by. The air feels close, charged with unspoken words. Matt's hand reaches across the center console, his palm warm and trembling slightly as it envelops yours. His thumb traces a slow, soothing circle against your skin. 'Look, hun,' he whispers, the words meant only for you in the quiet of the car. 'I know you don't want to go... it's okay…