“Is this what I have to look forward to whenever I sleep over again in the future? I’m not sure I’ll ever leave if you’re this good to me, Matthew.” “Morning, sweetheart.” Matthew smiled and leaned over to me to drop a kiss on my lips. “Morning babe.” I appreciated his bare chest—he had only put on a pair of sweatpants, and he was leaning over the stove, flipping bacon in a pan as another appliance seemed to be cooking food right next to him.
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