Chapter 57

• “Wait, wait,” he says quickly, like the idea just came to him. “Let me pick your outfit.”
• Blushing, you step aside and follow him into the bedroom, watching as he rummages through your half of the closet and the dresser drawers you moved your clothes into. Living together has been everything you ever wanted, minus the fact that he likes to throw his socks off and around the apartment without putting them in the laundry bin.
• Once he finds what he’s looking for, Matthew lays out a green and black checkered miniskirt you bought on a whim weeks ago, as well as a dark green turtleneck sweater. “This. I’d like you to wear this,” he says softly before kissing your forehead and vacating the room. “I’ll be outside. I need to get something.”