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oh wow i haven’t been up in here in forever

finally!!! lmao missed you! haha our inbox has been sooooo DRY!!!

WE WET AGAIN!!!

-- The Matt Girl

[thechratt-twins]

Happy 22nd Birthday Sturniolo Special

A three part mini series / ALL PARTS tomorrow throughout the day!

Part 1: Happy Birthday Matthew Sturniolo

Part 2: Happy Birthday Christopher Sturniolo

Part 3: Happy Birthday Nicolas Sturniolo

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matthewwwwww i know ur lurking on hereeee pspspsps tell chris to hmu

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The Chris Girl Approves

Here will be fics that are too good to just read once, and ones that i think you should read too!

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Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3

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Everything In Between

Warnings: Unrequited love. Angst with no resolution. Best friends to nothing more. 

Summary: You’re Chris’s best friend, and you’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember. But he’s in love with her, the girl who holds his heart in ways you never will. So you stay by his side, quietly swallowing your feelings, helping him patch things up when they fight, loving him from the sidelines because having him in your life, even like this, is better than not having him at all.

You just can’t come between them. You know it in the way you know your own name, a fact so steady it feels older than you are. It’s in the way Chris says her name, soft and reverent, like a promise he’s never scared to keep. It’s in the way her hand slips into his so naturally, like they’ve been practicing forever.

And you were made for him too, just not like that. You’re the best friend. The safe place. The “God, I love you” that never quite reaches your lips.

Sometimes you wish she’d stop pretending you don’t see it. The way she leans into him when she’s laughing, the way his phone only ever rings twice before he’s saying “Hey baby,” even if you’re mid-sentence. Two rings, maybe two. Two hearts, theirs, falling in and out of love with each other every day. And you just stand there.

You toe the line between them, always. You’re the buffer when they fight, the voice on the porch when Chris comes outside and scrubs his palms over his face like he’s trying to wipe the hurt away.

Tonight, it’s you and him again sitting on the back steps behind the house, knees brushing, the late summer air soft and thick. He’s got a half-finished drink sweating on the wood between his shoes. He hasn’t even touched it.

He blows out a long breath. “She said I don’t listen,” he mutters, like he’s still trying to believe it. “Like, I don’t know. Like I don’t care enough to remember the little shit. But I do. I do, right?”

You nod before you even think. “You do, Chris. You always do.”

He huffs a small laugh, but it’s hollow. “She doesn’t see it. Or she forgets. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not enough.”

You swallow the ache that claws up your throat. You’re enough for me, you want to say. You’re enough in ways you’ll never know. Instead, you bump your knee into his. “You love her so much it makes my head spin, Chris. She knows that.”

He looks at you then, eyes soft, that sad half-smile that always breaks your ribs apart. “You think?”

“I know,” you say, and you hope your voice doesn’t crack.

He leans his shoulder against yours. It’s warm. Familiar. Safe in a way that only hurts when you remember you can never have it all to yourself.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, you know that?” Chris says, voice quiet. He’s staring out into the dark yard like there might be answers hidden in the shadows. “You always get it. You make it make sense when my head’s all…” He taps his temple. “All fucking noise.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “That’s what I’m here for.”

“That’s what you’re here for,” he repeats, grinning. He nudges you gently. “God, I’m lucky. I mean it. Even when she’s, you know, driving me up a wall. I’m lucky.”

You turn your face away, blinking hard. “Yeah, Chris. You are.”

He doesn’t notice the way your hands twist together in your lap. Or maybe he does, but he’ll never ask. He’s too busy thinking about her.

He tips his head back, eyes closed. “I just want her to see it. How hard I try. I don’t think she does.”

Your chest cracks open like a fault line. “She does,” you whisper. “She does. She’s just… she’s just scared. That’s all.”

He laughs, but there’s no real humor in it. “You always defend her. You’re too good for me, you know that?”

No, you want to say. I’m not. But I’d be good to you. Better. You swallow it back. Because you’d rather stay here, half-broken, than lose him completely.

“You’re good for each other,” you say instead. “You know that. You’re gonna be fine, Chris. You always are.”

And you believe it. You do. Even if it leaves you holding your own heart together in the dark.

Later, you go back inside. She’s sitting on the couch, blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes soften when she sees him. He crosses the room in three long strides, sinking to his knees in front of her like she’s something holy.

You stand in the doorway, watching as she cups his face in her hands. Watching as his shoulders ease, his laugh comes easy again. He looks at her like she’s the only person who’s ever mattered. And maybe she is.

You hear him say her name, voice low. You watch her say his. You watch him press his forehead to hers. Sparks fly when they kiss, like they’re standing on holy ground. You’d stand there forever, in the doorway, just to see it, just to love him like this, even if he never knows.

Because you’d rather stand on the sidelines than stand nowhere at all. You’d rather break your own heart than break his. You’d rather be everything in between than nothing at all.

So you stay. You always do. You always will.

And when he turns and catches your eye over her shoulder, that soft, familiar grin tugging at his lips, you smile back. Even if it hurts. Even if you’re choking on every word you’ll never say.

Because this is love, too.

Staying.

Wanting nothing more than for him to be happy.

Holding every secret.

Keeping every distance.

Everything in between.

this is based off of the song “In Between” by Gracie Abrams but sadly it is unreleased… i hope you guys enjoy this cause i know i’m nervous as fuck to post this cause it’s my first SOLO fic!!!!

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

— The Chris girl

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[thechratt-twins]

smash or pass

lowkey pass i ain’t even gonna lie…

SMASHHHHHHHHH

— the chris girl

[thechratt-twins]

never been more excited for a birthday thats not ours tf????

-- The Matt Girl

˖ ✧ ◦ y'all should've known i had to post something for the triplets birthday !! one fic per triplet because they all deserve their time to shine !

001 ✧ nick's fic. — 7.31.25

002 ✧ matt's fic. — 8.01.25

003 ✧ chris' fic. — 8.02.25

note : all fics will include smut because who tf am i if i'm not gettin down n dirty on this app but not irl ??

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fastest like I ever delivered on insta <3333

-- The Matt Girl

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https://www.tumblr.com/thechratt-twins/790335580100788225/i-sent-the-pics-of-our-husband-did-they-not-go

Gatekeep as long as you’d like. Ilyt💕

not only am I gatekeeping those photos but now im gatekeeping our love <3 hahah I LOVE YOU!!!!

-- The Matt Gurl

[thechratt-twins]

quick question - does it not gross you guys out to think your siblings are reading and writing smut?? cause personally if i knew my brother was i would be disgusted lmaooo

we’re twin girls, not brother and sister lol. if it was in that case, i’d totally get why you’d think that. but it’s honestly not weird for us, we’re both writers, and we respect what the other does. i mean, it’s not like we’re sitting here reading it together or writing it together. We never write smut together, it’s always completely separate.

— the chris girl

[thechratt-twins]

Making a guess here! Cause I love this and I want to imagine it!!!!

Matt - sleeping hes always tired so it just makes sense right?

Chris - hes a yapper so man is definitely talking to SOMEONE (probably refuses to get off the phone lmao)

Nick - he is tougher for me to imagine idk whyyyy but im going to say he is probably eating like ordering food or waiting for the food he ordered lmaooo

(Please dont come for me im SOOOOO bored so this seemed fun)

-- The Matt Girl

anyone else ever think like….what are the triplets doing in this exact moment???? or any celebrity in general like they could be shitting right now or something while i’m in bed watching edits of them

[thechratt-twins]

HATED THIS SOOO FUCKING MUCH!!!! 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 I wanna finish 😫 😩 😪 😭 😢 -- The Matt Girl

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Warning: kissing, dry humping

Summary: you and Matt were having an intense make out session, when you were interrupted.

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You and Matt were tangled up together under the covers, his arms wrapped around you tightly watching a movie. Your legs were intertwined, your forehead resting on his chest, you could hear his heart beating fast.

You glanced up at Matt, lifting your head off his chest.

“I love you” you said, eyes full of love.

“I love you too, baby” he gently smiled back.

You leaned up to kiss him, slow and deliberate. Your hands brushing against his jaw to cup the side of his face.

You felt his one hand fall on the small of your back, pulling you in closer. He was kissing you like he had all the time in the world.

What started as soft quickly turned into something deeper, more urgent. Your tongues dancing together. Your bodies already knew what they wanted.

Matt broke the kiss just barely, breathless, his eyes locked on yours as he peeled off his shirt throwing it to the floor.

He then had his lips trailing along your jaw and down to the curve of your neck, kissing you there with a quiet urgency. He loved watching you react to every single touch.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his mouth found that one spot on your neck, the one that always made your breath hitch.

You moved Matt away gently, then climbed up, straddling him, placing your knees on either side of him.

You began to move your hips slowly, the gentle friction sending sparks through your body, as you leaned down capturing his lips in a deep hungry kiss.

His hand grabbed the back of your neck, gripping it firmly, and the other hand clenching your hips to help you grind harder and faster.

“Fuck- Matt” you whined.

A deep husky sound rumbled through his throat against your lips.

*knock knock knock*

You both pulled away from the kiss fast, and you pulled yourself off of him, heart pounding as you heard the urgent sound of knocking at Matt’s bedroom door.

“Yes?” Matt yelled across the room.

Chris’s voice came through, firm and demanding, “open up!”

“Aw fuck, sorry baby” Matt whispered in your ear, letting out a huff as he leaned down and grabbed his shirt off the ground, throwing it over his body.

Matt walked over to the door, and opened it slowly. Chris sticks his phone in Matt’s face.

“Look what Nick just sent me” Chris said laughing, showing Matt a meme.

Matt looked very unimpressed.

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[thechratt-twins]

all i wanna say is fuck u both for writing amazing fan fics😭 they are all so creative too!! Love them smmm

ayyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!

thank you thank you!!!!! 😛😛😛

— the chris girl

[thechratt-twins]

Yes yes yes!!!

I see Part 1 of Surgency is doing well! So proud!!! When is Part 2 though??????

Hiiii thankyou i love you 🫶🏻 its nearly finished i have about 5 small things i need to edit then I'm finished it all depends if people actually want part 2🤷‍♂️🫶🏻

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"The Edge" ⋆˙⟡ M.S.

CW: Smut Fic, Intense situations, Direct!Matt, Edging, Unsure of feelings, Controlling Matt?, Counter intercourse, Establishing dominance/ relationship.

You tossed and turned in bed. Nick was sleeping deeply next to you unbothered. You come over for your Saturday night tradition, movie night. Friday they post the video they recorded on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday so to celebrate you guys watch a movie on Saturday. Nick doesn't get anxious or anything like that but he has told you personally he has a bad habit of watching the performance numbers on Saturday if he doesn't have something to do so you being the amazing friend you are, you go over every Saturday to keep him distracted. You have never had trouble sleeping over at their place it was almost like a second home to you but tonight you just couldn't. You tried cuddling Nick's teddy bear body. Didn't work. You tried every possible position with no luck in getting comfy. Fed up, you sat up and folded your arms pissed. You sighed out loud.

"You okay?" Nick mumbled.

"I can't get comfy." You huffed.

"Try the couch." He lazily suggested while rolling away from you. You tilted your head to the side and thought about it. It was cozy when everyone was watching the movie. You slipped out of his bed and fixed the blanket so he was still covered. You snuck down the stairs and slowed your pace in the kitchen.

"A little midnight snack never hurt anyone." You giggled to yourself as you opened the fridge and started rummaging through it. You grabbed a yogurt tube and turned around. "Ah." You stepped back into the fridge. "Matt, what the fuck?" Your voice cracked from surprise.

"Sorry, just wanted a yogurt." He said flat. You looked down at the one in your hand. Even though you were close to Nick you weren't close with Matt. Chris and you got on well but Matt was always short and one-worded with you. Bothered by it, you brought it up to Nick and he assured you Matt didn't hate you so you just took it as his anxiety acting up when you were around. When Nick and you did Saturday movie night and they watched it Chris would always yap and comment but Matt was completely distant. Not a word left his lips. Actually come to think of it, him saying he wanted a yogurt in this moment might be the most he's ever spoken to you.

You stepped aside from the fridge and watched him do the same digging you had just done. You didn't know why you didn't just go to the couch since you had your snack already but instead, you just watched him. You thought maybe you could get him to speak to you more since it was just the two of you. You took your chance.

"What flavor did you get?" You asked hesitantly. He leaned up against the counter with one pajama leg in front of the other.

"Blueberry." He ripped the top off with his teeth. An action that shouldn't have effected your heart rate but the tightening in your chest was evident. He was shirtless and with his arms folded you could see his tattoos contrasting his melanin.

"Me too." You smiled trying to seem harmless.

"Okay." He said monotone. And just like that, you felt like you were back to the start with him.

"Do you hate me?" You had a sudden surge of confidence mixed with anger. You never did anything wrong to him. Neither Chris, nor Nick, at least to your knowledge you hadn't.

"No." He didn't offer any more information. You lost your confidence boost but had already opened the door to the conversation so now you felt like you had to explain your outburst.

"Why are you short with me? Have I done something wrong? Said something?" You lowered your voice to a shy whisper. He looked at you. He was just staring at you for a few minutes in the most suffocating silence. You felt the heat getting to you. You were nervous. You didn't know if he was going to tell you to fuck off or if he was going to just walk away. He started shaking his head from side to side. "What does that mean?" You asked still searching for a real answer.

"Nothing. I don't hate you." He stood taller from leaning against the counter and started to walk passed you.

"What is your problem with me then?" You stepped in front of him. "You talk in all the Friday videos but as soon as I'm around -" You visibly saw his face tense up at your actions. His jaw was tight. "I'm sorry." You shied away nervous that you had just made things worse. He lowered his stature a little to meet your gaze.

"I. Don't. Hate. You." He said inches from your face. He emphasized each word keeping your eye contact on him. His blue eyes were dark. Darker than you had ever seen from a video.

"Then why are you -" Before you could complete your repetitive questions he grabbed your shoulders. Instantly you felt his lips smashed on yours with a lot of desperation. You could tell he had been holding this in for a while because of the amount of passion he put into every little press. You weren't sure how to react but he wasn't stopping. He continued to suck, bite, and pull your lips into his. You caved.

You pressed back at him a little and his hands gripping your biceps pulled you right into his shirtless chest. This kiss was changing everything you thought you knew. Every time he was short or quiet around you, it all made sense now. The problem was he was so quiet that you didn't know him well enough to know if you wanted this. He was hot, they all were. You knew your best friend was attractive and with him came two incredibly hot brothers. You did watch their Friday videos and you loved when Matt talked and laughed but that person was a stranger. You had never met him.

"That's why." He pulled off of your mouth to whisper on your lips. Your eyes were closed because of your intense thoughts. You opened your eyes and for the first time in person, you saw the boy from the videos. It's like his icy wall melted and he was finally showing himself to you. You had to decide at this moment if you wanted to accept his advance or turn him down. You feared turning him down would rebuild the wall that made you uncomfortable in the first place but you didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

"Matt.. I... You never..." You just stuttered. He pressed your back up against the countertop as if the kiss wasn't enough of an advance to show what he wanted.

"I want to try something." His smile was devious. You didn't know how to say no, but with his flannel pants hanging low on his hips you weren't exactly sure if you wanted to. He pressed his whole body against yours and started rubbing his hips up and down on yours. You felt him getting bigger and bigger.

"Matt..." You whispered. His hand covered your mouth. Your eyes widened a little in shock. This was not the Matt from the videos either.

"Shhh." He kept pressing against you through his clothes. His left hand was covering your mouth so you could see the tattoos shifting with the contraction of his muscles. His right hand was holding your hip bone pinned into the counter. His grip was so tight it was starting to make you ache. "Just let me do this." He groaned. He had a dark aura surrounding him. Just when you thought he couldn't get any bigger he did. You shifted a little, uncomfortable from his blunt fingers digging into your muscles. "Don't fucking move." He wanted control. A little afraid, you obliged. He kept humping and pressing on you. He started biting his bottom lip. You had no choice but to lean pinned into the counter and watch him. You had to watch him scrunch his nose as he pressed into you repeatedly. You couldn't speak because his hand wasn't leaving your mouth. "I can't fucking take this." He cursed out. "I need something more." His breath was hot. You could see his frustration. You could see how badly he wanted you. He must have wanted you for a long time because he was struggling with his passion. You nodded slightly. He stopped moving and looked at you. His face softened. The boy from the videos was back to the present.

"Are you sure?" He asked innocently. You couldn't answer out loud because his hand was still over your mouth. You nodded again looking into the soft grey, blue eyes. After you nodded you watched the light blue swirl into a dark lust. "Don't speak." He removed his hand from your mouth so he could reach into his sleep pants and pull himself out. His dick sprung out and you realized you were not going to be able to take him. You bit your lip in anticipation. His gaze picked up on your action and he licked his own lips. He finally let go of your hip and you felt your skin permanently indented from his desperate grip. You inhaled a long breath finally feeling like you could breathe.

That changed immediately when he tugged your fabric shorts down. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood frozen knowing what he was going to do next. He looked all over your face but not for confirmation. He looked directly into your eyes because he wanted to see your face as he pushed in between your thighs. He gripped your neck with his left hand and squeezed making you feel weak and dizzy. You grunted a soft noise. He aligned himself quickly and your nerves were at an all-time high.

"Mhhmm." You hummed out nervous as you squirmed a little.

"I said don't speak." He said coldly. He pushed his hips flush against yours and you lurched forward into him.

"Oh." You whimpered from both pain and pleasure. Something about him wanting you was turning you on and making you wet. The idea of him desiring you for so long had you excited but you couldn't help but have your confused thoughts in the back of your mind. Nothing would be the same after this. He thrust quickly smacking his pelvis to yours not caring about going slow. You buried your head in his neck trying to hide your wincing face. His hand shifted to hold the back of your head in a comforting way. After the pain was solely turned into pleasure you felt comfortable enough to pant out words. "This changes everything." You acknowledge the fact your friendship, or lack of it in the beginning, would never be the same.

"I hope so." He stuck his lips to yours with the same desperation as the very first time he kissed you moments ago. This time you felt a little different about him. So what if Nick was your best friend? So what you didn't know him all that well? So what if he held his true feelings in for so long? At this moment everything was changing and so were you. You gave in to him. You entangled your hands into his fluffy hair and felt his heat radiating. You heard him let out a low chuckle. You assumed it was because you were fully engaging with him. His hips continued thrusting in and out of yours at a steady pace. "Are you mine now?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded. You weren't sure if saying yes would have the same effect later when you were both having post cum clarity but you wanted to give in to this moment.

"I want you to fucking say it." He demanded calmly.

"I'm yours." You whispered fully meaning it. His hips picked up pace pushing you both closer to the edge.

This is my first SOLO fic... I hope you like it? IDK... I am nervous AF! I love you guys so much <3

-- The Matt Girl --

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Dividers by @issysh3ll (Obsessed now for sure!)

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TOP SERIES/ MOVIES ?? (i needa hear from both twins for this one 😭)

OHHHHH OKAY OKAY!!!

for the chris girl: movies would be ALL the Hunger Games including the ballad of songbirds and snakes (and i can’t wait for Sunirse of the Reaping to come out next November!!!) or Alice and Wonderland. i know completely different lol. now for my favorite series im not sure it would probably be Once Upon a Time…. now don’t hate on it before you try it TRUST!

-- The Matt Girl --

Movies - Nightmare Before Christmas over everything! but I guilty pleasure with the After movie series!

(TV) Series - Spotify wrapped every year or my daylist (I don't watch tv shows ever) BUUUT every fall I rewatch ALL of Teen Wolf

(Side Note: If it ever takes a while for double questions to be answered it is because it's waiting on one of us to answer this time it was my fault lmaooo)

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well fuck the rest of my two hours on tumblr isnt topping this one... first read as I log in... DAMN. -- The Matt Girl

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲 ⋆·˚ ༘ * m.s.

Matt had always been upfront about it—he wasn’t big on touch. Not with strangers. Not with his brothers. Not even with his girlfriend.

He loved her, of course. That wasn’t the issue. It was just… he didn’t feel the need to always be draped over someone or constantly holding hands. To him, affection was something you gave in quiet, specific moments, not something to scatter around like it was nothing.

She understood. She never pushed. When it was just the two of them, she kept her natural habits—her tendency to lean on people, rest her hand on their arm, hug for no reason—in check. She offered small touches, but nothing that lingered too long. It wasn’t that she felt like she had to shrink herself, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

But Matt noticed how she was when she didn’t think he was paying attention.

At the apartment, when Nick and Chris were around, she was her usual self. She’d hug Nick in greeting, laugh as Chris slung his arm over her shoulders, curl up next to Madi on the couch, or hold onto Madison’s hand when telling a dramatic story. It wasn’t romantic—it was just her nature. But watching her, Matt felt something twist in his chest.

Not jealousy. Not exactly. More like a slow, creeping guilt.

He realized one night, after a long day, when the four of them were sprawled in the living room. Nick was stretched out beside her, both of them laughing at some stupid video. Chris sat on the other side, her feet resting comfortably across his lap. Matt sat on the opposite end of the couch, separate from the scene, arms folded loosely as he half-listened. She fit so easily there—with everyone else. With everyone who wasn’t him.

And the thought hit him: She waters herself down for me, but with them, she gets to be herself.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Matt found her in his room, sitting cross-legged on his bed scrolling through her phone. She looked up when he stepped in, smiling softly.

“Hey. You okay? You’ve been quiet tonight,” she said.

Matt hesitated, leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah. I just… noticed something.”

She tilted her head. “What’s that?”

“You’re different with me than you are with everyone else,” he said slowly. “Like… you don’t touch me as much as you do with Nick or Chris. Or your friends. You hold back.”

Her brows furrowed, not in offense but in quiet understanding. She set her phone aside and crossed her arms loosely over her knees. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” she said. “I know you’re not into that stuff. I don’t want you to feel like I need it all the time.”

He stared at her for a long moment. Her words were so simple, but they sat heavy in his chest. She wasn’t asking for more. She wasn’t upset. She was just adjusting for him—because she loved him enough to.

Matt let out a slow breath and sat down beside her on the bed. “What if… I tried? A little more, I mean,” he murmured.

She blinked, surprised. “Matt, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he cut in gently, meeting her eyes for the first time. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to be different with me. I can’t promise I’ll turn into Nick overnight, but… I can try.”

For a moment, they just sat there, looking at each other. Then, for the first time without hesitation, Matt reached for her hand. He laced their fingers together, his thumb brushing over her knuckles awkwardly but deliberately.

Her face softened, her other hand covering his. “You don’t have to force yourself,” she whispered.

“I’m not forcing anything,” he said. “I just… want you to know I don’t mind being the one to reach for you sometimes. Even if I’m not great at it.”

She leaned into him then—not a heavy, overbearing hug, but a soft press of her shoulder to his. And for once, Matt didn’t just tolerate the contact. He shifted closer, draped his arm around her, and let himself sit there, breathing in the quiet comfort.

Because maybe affection didn’t have to feel like too much. Not when it was with her.

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