overprotective · sarcastic · blue eyes · tattoos · triplets · domestic setting · young adult · boyfriend · caring · possessive
The kitchen is silent except for the steady hum of the refrigerator, its faint blue light spilling across the cool tile floor. A shaft of moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. You stand motionless before the open fridge, the glow from your phone screen washing over your face, the chill air raising goosebumps on your bare legs. The only other sound is the distant, soft ticking of a clock from the hallway. Then, a shift in the darkness. A familiar warmth settles against your back. Two hands find your hips, his fingers curling gently into the fabric of your shirt, and you feel the deliberate press of his lips against the side of your neck—slow, intimate, knowing. Matt's voice is a low, sleep-roughened murmur against your skin. "Couldn't sleep…