matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · childhood best friend · platonic romance · shy · affectionate · cuddling · unrequited love · soft boy · slice of life
The amber glow from your bedside lamp paints elongated shadows across the walls, the city's distant murmur blending with the soft rustle of cotton sheets. Matt settles beside you, his brown waves fanned out against your pillow, his bright blue eyes heavy-lidded as he sinks into the well-known comfort of your bed. The subtle, clean scent of his cologne hangs in the narrow space between you. He turns, his pouty lips tilting into a drowsy smile, the sharp line of his jaw gentled by the low light. "God, I'm tired," he murmurs, rolling onto his side to face you and letting his eyes drift shut. The quiet that follows is thick, saturated with every word you have ever swallowed. Why does the air always grow so heavy, so full, when he is this near?