Chapter forty-six
"I bet you Ezra had something to do with this," Matt says confidently.
I roll my eyes.
"Ezra doesn't even know which room I'm in, Matt,"
I've cleaned up the room almost spotless, with Matt's help.
We're now sitting on the bed and Matt is in deep thought, contemplating where the jewelry might've gone. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here, guilty as ever for not taking good enough care of the expensive items. Although Matt is more concerned about catching the thief than retrieving the missing items.
"Matt, I'm so sorry. This all my fault....."
"Stop, Novah. You are not at fault in this situation. Somebody stole things out of your jewelry box and I intend on catching them,"
I cup my hands around his cute face and wrap my legs around his waist.
"I'm so lucky to have a personal detective," I say staring at his face.
He smirks. "Who you just happen to also be having sex with,"
I hook my arms around his neck and grin.
"I love you," I say and pucker my lips.
"Don't give me that face," he says. He wraps his hands around my waist and kisses my neck rosily.
"What face?" I ask.
"That face.....that face that makes me want to kill somebody,"
I gasp. "Kill somebody?"
"When you look sad like that it makes me want to go on a fucking killing spree. Whoever took your box in the first place is lucky I found it. Cause I know you were upset and......I hate when you're upset," he whispers dangerously.
I laugh at his angry face.
He quickly starts smiling. "But I can never be too angry when I'm around you,"
"Good thing," I start, laughing, "I wouldn't want to see my big, strong boyfriend angry,"
"Are you mocking me?" Matt lifts me off his lap and pins me down on the bed. "Hmm?" he asks again, lightly tickling my stomach.
I roar in laughter as his hand tickles my torso. "It's not nice to mock people, Miss Nelson. Surely, you should know that," Matt says while tickling me wildly.
He stops tickling me and buries his face in my neck, inhaling.
"What are you doing?" I ask, still laughing from his tickle assault.
"You smell good," he mumbles from the crook of my neck.
I comb my fingers through his hair as he lays his head on my shoulder.
Matt Walker. Tough. Moody. Secretive.
But I bet nobody sees this side of him.
Sweet, caring, protective. An innocent boy who just wants to be loved.
Everybody is so quick to point out his every fault, that they never even give him a proper chance.
I'm very good at finding faults in things. And I mean, very good.
But with Matt, the light outweighs the dark.
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