Ryan Matthews

He looks at her, washing the dishes with an angry loom on her face, like she wants to cry. But he knows she'll hol her tears as much and for as long as she can because she knows that if she cries, it'll just make it worse. She doesn't turn around, but she knows he's there. He makes his way to the kitchen and stands behind her, squeezing her waist tightly so her body is against his, a teasing grin on his face. "Hey, there... He whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe slightly