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Matthew chuckles, tugging her closer again and resting his head on her shoulder. "Riley and I wouldn't have shot you, we wouldn't have been able...
Matthew raises an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. "Did you want this cupcake I specially prepared then?" He asks quietly...
Matthew chuckles, bringing her hand linked with his up, kissing her pinky. "It's more like I'll be protecting you two but okay," Matthew says quietly.
Matthew nods absent mindedly before running a hand through his hair, cringing when met with damp hair. "I know, and I couldn't be more thankful,"...
"It wasn't a personal question, I just got myself on a tangent. It's not your fault, it's mine; sorry for making you belive it's your fault. And...
Matthew bites his lip as he shrugs his shoulders slightly. "Habit from having to comfort Hailey and Riley. My mum had a thing for matching names...
Matthew kisses the top of her head, tightening his arms around her. "Things happen for a reason and they make you stronger," Matthew comments.
"I have an even better question; would your parents want you still beating yourself up over what happened to them? I'm sure they would have rather...
"If you didn't hide, would you be here? Would you be surrounded by your friends who are trying to help you? Would you be here with me?" Matthew...
"Lils stop it please," Matthew replies. He cups her jaw with a hand, brushing her cheek gently with his thumb. "Stop beating yourself up. Things...
Matthew steps forward, wrapping his arms around her waist quickly. He kisses her forehead before tilting her chin up to look at him gently with a...
"Lils please listen to me. That was my fault; I'm sorry," Matthew pleads, getting up and grabbing her hand again gently.
Matthew sighs quietly before kneeling with both knees and resting his bum on his heels. Gently he takes her hands in his, watching her eyes....
Matthew smirks, raising an eyebrow. "You could say that," he replies.
Matthew smiles slightly. "No she isn't. When you were asleep she managed to catch up with us and she said she was going back to school. I can look...
"That was out of your control. The wind blew your hair into my open mouth. There was nothing you could do about that. Remember that not everything...
"I already know that from earlier," Matthew replies with a smirk before kissing her forehead.
Matthew smiles, his arms tightening around her slightly. "Your hair looks more like strawberry laces now," Matthew comments randomly.
"No, if you had any control you would have kept your last comment to yourself," Matthew teases lightly. He starts drawing a pattern on her shirt...