Matt smiled, resting his hands on the side of her thighs as she shifted on top of him, complying with her kiss with a lot of passion. The desperation to be near her, the desperation to have his hands on her, anything of the sort was a lot more prominent. A lot more..there. And by the way he was moving, he hoped she could tell. He shifted himself a little so he could lie down a little further, pushing Trixie back slightly. "Good start to the movie" he smiled, breaking the kiss only so he could speak.

Trixie smiled faintly into the kiss as his hands settled on the sides of her thighs, going back to the kiss with something almost like desperation. She could tell he was far more eager than he usually was, and it excited her a little more than she wanted to admit. It was infectious. She moved for him easily when he pushed her back, smiling when he broke the kiss to speak. "I thought so too." She said playfully, sliding her hands down to the hem of his shirt and beginning to slide it up slightly.

would you wanna skip forward a couple months now? i don't mind :)

Yeah, sure!))

Do ypu want me to start?? I can if it's easier :)

Yes please lol))

It had been around two or three months since Matt and Trixie had gotten together, and overall it had been pretty easy. He'd still been stuck with doing the data entry, though not as much so all in all he had a lot more time to spend with Trixie when it was possible, which in his opinion was the only thing that could possibly make him feel any better- and he was certain he had fallen in love with her, though neither of them had said that phrase yet. Whilst everything had been going well, he has gotten a call from his father, and the same information relayed by Layla that made him feel physically sick, angry and stuck. His father wanted him to go back to Italy, bring Layla with him and then pretty much..get married, and as much as he wanted to move back and see his family, he most definitely didn't want to leave Trixie. It was quite a late evening once he had finally built up the courage to say something to Trixie, relaying what he was told over and over in his head. The flight was booked for a couple days time, and whilst he was certain he would promise her he wouldn't go, sitting in his room watching something, debating whether to message her proved upsetting. After a couple more minutes of silence he picked his phone up, sending a simple message. "I need to talk to you."

Trixie had been in the best mood she could have been in for the past few months, almost solely because of Matt. She had also finally gotten an apartment, albeit with roommates, but it was a place of her own, anyway. She had brought Matt to meet her family a few weeks ago, and that had gone amazing. She was starting to wake up in the morning and find the one thing really driving her to get out of bed was the fact that she would see him because of it. Everytime she imagined her future, he was there. Although it was scary, it was also so, so exciting. She was working on a paper due for her bio class when his text came in. She finished her sentence and then picked up her phone, frowning at it. Those words never meant anything good. But she tried to stay calm for a few moments, at least. "Okay. In person?" She sent back lightly, setting her phone faceup beside her on her bed as she worked.

Matt shut his laptop beside him as Trixies text came through, sitting himself up. "yeah, i'll pick you up if you want?" he sent back, and then stood himself up. Regardless of whether she was planning on bringing herself to his, or did in fact want him to pick her up, he still needed to clear his head enough for him to not break the news the completely wrong way and hurt her feelings. He headed to the shower and, after he had grabbed clothes, got in, leaving his phone screen down on his bed as he did so. It only took about 20 minutes until he hauled himself out, and as he changed, towel dried his hair and said a few words to Layla, he hadn't bothered to check his phone.

"Yeah, sure. Just tell me when you get here." Trixie shot back, hopping up and walking to her bathroom. She had been sitting in bed, working on essays all day, so it sufficed to say she looked like shit. She decided to take a quick shower, since Matt usually took a while to get anywhere. She was relatively quick and hopped out to blow dry her hair and change. Today it was a somewhat simple, formfitting black dress that looked only slightly more dressy than casual. She wanted an excuse to dress up, whether they were going to 'talk' or not. She put some makeup on and walked back to her room, pulling on some black platforms and flopping onto her bed as she looked at her phone. Still nothing.