ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe reluctantly loosens his grip, walking back towards the chair with an irritated mutter about being dismissed like an unruly child. “ You’re not being fair at all. ”
❝ y’gon’ slip, hurt y’self or even worse. You can help by sittin’ your ass down. ❞
He chuckles, putting a hand over his and patting it, raising a brow.
❝ I’ll keep the jeans on if you behave. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ a warm flush creeps up his neck despite his best efforts to remain composed. “ don’t need an excuse to touch .. ” moving in from behind, matt wraps his arms around davis’ waist, pulling himself flush against him. “ Need any help .ᐣ ”
❝ I usually do, remember? Or are you wanting another excuse to touch my jeans? ❞
He snorts, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek before walking back over to the door and opening it, bringing some wood by the door inside.
“ Going out in that? You’re either braver than I give you credit for, or you’re looking for an excuse to come back inside sooner. ”
Matt tilts his head a fraction more, catching the sound of the keys jingling, very content of doing so.
❝ worked, ain’t it? I’m jus’ gettin’ ready to go outside. ❞
He adjusts the keys on his belt and pats his jeans, giving Daisy a treat before putting his hat on.
❝ snow storm tonight, gotta make sure everythin’ is secure and there’s enough wood. ❞
ㅤThat 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 * of spurs and the heavy tread of boots made him tilt his head towards the noise, he knows exactly which footsteps those belong to; he can recognize it from anywhere. “ .. sounds like you’re making a hell of a lot of noise just to get my attention. ”