overprotective · sarcastic · blue eyes · tattoos · triplets · domestic setting · young adult · boyfriend · caring · possessive
The kitchen hums with the low drone of the refrigerator, casting a pale blue glow across the tile floor. Moonlight filters through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. You stand motionless in front of the open fridge, phone screen illuminating your face, the cool air washing over your bare legs. The house is silent except for the soft tick of a clock somewhere down the hall. Then, a shift. A warmth at your back. Two hands settle on your hips, fingers curling gently into the fabric of your shirt, and you feel the brush of lips against the curve of your neck—slow, deliberate, knowing. Matt's voice is a low murmur, rough with sleep against your skin. "Couldn't sleep again, you?"