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How to connect airpods

Apple AirPods are wireless earbuds that have become increasingly popular among music enthusiasts and Apple product users. They offer a seamless listening experience without tangled cords and wires. One of the ways to connect your AirPods to your devices is through a hook. In this article, we will be discussing how to connect AirPods with a theme.

What is a Hook, and Why Use One?

A hook is a small accessory that allows you to clip your AirPods case onto a bag, keychain, or any other object. The theme is an additional accessory that can make it easier to carry your AirPods wherever you go. It is a convenient way to keep your AirPods from getting lost or misplaced. Using a hook can also help protect your AirPods case from scratches and damage.

Steps to Connect AirPods with a Hook

To connect your AirPods with a hook, you will need to follow these steps:

Step 1: Attach the hook to your AirPods case

The first step is to attach the hook to your AirPods case. You can do this by sliding the turn onto the AirPods case, ensuring it is securely fastened.

Step 1:  Turn on Bluetooth

Next, you need to turn on Bluetooth on your device. To do this, go to your device's settings and select Bluetooth. Turn on the Bluetooth toggle switch to enable Bluetooth on your device.

Step 3: Put your AirPods in pairing mode

To put your AirPods in pairing mode, press and hold the button on the back of the AirPods case until the LED light on the front of the case starts flashing white.

Step 4: Connect to AirPods

Once your AirPods are in pairing mode, they should appear on your Bluetooth settings list of available devices. Select your AirPods from the list of available devices to connect.

Step 5: Enjoy your AirPods

Your AirPods are now connected to your device and ready to use. You can listen to music, make phone calls, or use Siri with your AirPods.

Tips for Using AirPods with a Hook

Here are some suggestions for using AirPods with a hook:

Ensure the angle is securely attached to your AirPods case to prevent it from falling off.

Be careful to maintain the theme when you detach it from your bag or keychain.

Keep your AirPods case clean and free from scratches or damage.

Remember to turn off Bluetooth when you're not using your AirPods to conserve battery life.

Conclusion

Using a hook to connect your AirPods to your device can be a convenient way to keep your AirPods with you at all times. Following the steps outlined in this article, you can easily connect your AirPods to your device and enjoy your favourite music or podcasts. Remember to take care of your AirPods case and the hook to ensure they last long. These tips allow you to enjoy a seamless listening experience with your AirPods and a theme.

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Top 10 Bluetooth AirPods

In recent years, Bluetooth AirPods have taken the audio world by storm. Offering a wireless and hassle-free listening experience, these compact and stylish earbuds have become a must-have accessory for music enthusiasts, podcast lovers, and on-the-go professionals. With an ever-expanding market, it can be challenging to navigate through the multitude of options available. To help you make an informed decision, we've compiled a list of the top  Bluetooth AirPods that deliver exceptional sound quality, comfort, and convenience. Read More

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Hurting & Healing

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You get into a terrible accident while Henry's away on shoot

Warning: Super angsty, fluff, mentions of death

Henry finally got a five minute break from his shoot and decided to finally give you a call. He had missed you terribly for the past two months as he was away shooting, and you both got very little time together between shoots. He had requested the director to take some time off so he can finally be with you again and his wish was granted, and he was excited yet relieved to know that he will be seeing you again in a few days. He sat in his chair, sipping his coffee trying to call you but your phone went to voicemail. This was unusual. You had a habit of always picking up his calls in a few seconds. Henry's heart was racing as he tried calling you again and again, but your phone was repeatedly going straight to the voicemail. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that was now gnawing on him.

He was about to call you once more when the director called him back to resume the shoot. Reluctantly, he made his way back, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. Safe to say he was worried at this point. He decided to ask his managers to try and connect with you while he was working. "Please just keep trying. My mind is thinking things, and I am not feeling good about this. I need to speak with her as soon as possible. You get it? Please." He said sternly to one of his managers, finally making his way back to the set.

But as the shoot went on, his anxiety grew by every ticking second, and he couldn't focus on anything except you. He was on edge and snapping at everyone around him in frustration. He had a temper problem, and it aggravated when he was worried and helpless. He was in the middle of the scene which he was already finding very hard to focus on, when he heard the director say cut. His managers interrupted the shoot and asked him to come to the vanity van. Henry could sense their unease, and his temper flared further. "What's going on? Why the hell are you guys not telling me?" he snapped.

Finally, one of his managers sighed and reluctantly handed him the phone, making him almost snatch it out of the others hand, which displayed a picture of you, bruised and battered laying in a hospital bed. Henry's heart sank. "She got in an accident this morning, and is now being treated in the City hospital. We have called and requested to have the best team of doctors work on her case..." His mind went blank as he kept staring at the pictures and his manager's voice faded in the background replacing it with pure silence.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to process what he was seeing. After a few good minutes he was pulled from his thoughts as he looked red eyed at his managers. "What the hell happened? Why didn't anyone tell me this before? Fuck!" he yelled punching the wall next to him in pure frustration as he bruised his hands. His managers were shaken and scared seeing him like this. One of them calmly explained that the hospital staff tried to reach them, but didn't have any relevant contacts. It wasn't until one of the nurses recognised her and contacted them. They explained that they had arranged for a charter flight to take him to her immediately.

Henry couldn't believe what was happening. He had never felt this helpless in his life. You were his world, and seeing you like this tore him apart. He felt like he had failed you. He wanted to be around you. He knew how much you were missing him. He was now blaming himself for your situation. "Fuck! I wish I was there with her sooner! I wish I was there with her to protect her. It was my fucking job. It is all my fucking fault. Fuck!" He said through gritted teeth as he again punched his hand this time in the car door creating an evident dent. His managers were doing everything to calm him down, but it was all in vain.

Trembling with fear and anguish, Henry packed his bags and rushed to the airport. The flight felt like an eternity, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, and he couldn't help but think the worst, which pained him even more. He sat in the plane, his mind in a haze. The world around him seemed distorted, like a funhouse mirror that distorted and twisted everything into a grotesque caricature. He couldn't believe that you were just fine last night, all smiling and beautiful, and now you laid in a hospital bed, bruised and broken, while he had been away. You meant everything to him, and the thought of losing you was making him lose his sanity. He didn't know he loved you this much, that every second felt like eternity knowing he could lose you.

He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, but his chest felt tight, and the air seemed to escape him. He could feel his temper rising, his frustration mounting with every passing moment. He pounded his fists on the armrest, feeling a surge of anger that he couldn't control. "Why did this have to happen?" he muttered to himself. "Why her? Why now?" The plane hit turbulence, and Henry jolted in his seat, the sudden movement breaking through his thoughts. He looked around, his eyes falling on the bottle and glass that lay on the table in front of him. Without thinking, he reached out and knocked them off the table, the sound of shattering glass filling the cabin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it was no use. The anger was still there, simmering just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

The flight attendant approached him, concerned etched on her face. "Sir, is everything okay?" she asked softly. He shook his head, unable to speak, and the flight attendant nodded sympathetically before walking away. He was afraid. Terribly scared to lose you. The words by his managers from before, finally echoed in his head. They mentioned you were in a critical condition, although they followed it up with a lot of hope, he couldn't shake away the sight of you, which made his fear grow stronger.

"God, please let her be okay," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I can't bear to see her like this." Finally his anger started to leave his body, replacing it with intense pain, guilt, fear, and hurt. He was alone with his thoughts, trapped in a prison of his own making. He couldn't escape the pain, no matter how hard he tried. He felt like he was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his own emotions, and the only way out of it, was to finally see you.

"I love you, princess" he whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of the plane's engines. "Please be okay." He said looking at the wallpaper of the two of you on his mobile, his throat tightening and choking with pain.

As the plane landed, Henry's heart was beating out of his chest. He could feel his anxiety and stress levels skyrocketing. His managers were already arranging for a safe passage through the airport, but as they stepped outside, a mob of fans surrounded him, all clamoring for his attention.

"Mr. Cavill, can we have a picture with you?"

"Please sign me an autograph, Henry!"

Henry tried to sign a few of them off politely, begging them to let him leave, but as he pushed through the crowd, he heard a fan talking about you. "I'm not (y/n), but I deserve some attention too!" His frustration boiled over, and he turned around, scolding her almost tearing up talking about you. "She's in the hospital fighting for her life, and all you care about is a damn autograph? Get some perspective woman!" Finally, he broke free from the crowd and drove towards the hospital. His heart sank as he saw the sign "Intensive Care Unit" in bold letters. He asked the receptionist for your whereabouts, and the receptionist recognized him immediately.

"Oh my god, you're Henry Cavill! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first. Follow me, Mr Cavill, I'll take you to her doctor." As they entered the doctor's cabin, Henry could feel his frustration, pain, and rage building up inside of him. The doctor gave him a somber look and spoke in a serious tone. "Mr. Cavill, I'm sorry to say that (y/n) has suffered severe head trauma, and the chances of her recovery are low. She is at a high risk of amnesia or worse, of slipping into coma. We are doing everything we can to keep her stable, but we need to prepare you for the worst." Henry felt like his world was crumbling around him. The doctor's words were like a punch in the gut, and he felt his eyes welling up with tears. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, losing the whole of his heart.

"Please, doctor, do everything in your power to save her. I can't lose her. I just can't." He spoke between tears trying to get the words out of his throat, although they came barely over a whisper. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look, knowing that there was only so much they could do. He was shattered into a million pieces, and he felt like he was drowning in his own pain and despair. All he could do was hold onto hope and pray for a miracle.

He sat in the waiting area, his eyes glued to the door of the ICU room. His mind is racing, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He has been waiting there for hours, hoping and praying that the doctors will give him some good news. Finally, the door opens, and the doctor steps out. Henry stands up, his fear plastered on his face as he approaches the doctor. "How is she?" he asks, his voice trembling with emotion.

The doctor takes a deep breath and looks Henry in the eye. "She's stable," he says. "But she still hasn't regained consciousness. We're doing everything we can, but the next few hours are critical." He nods, he felt his heart sinking. He felt like he's been hit by a truck. He can't believe that this was happening. He's never felt so powerless in his life. All he can do is sit and wait and hope. He was finally here, but he still couldn't do anything to fix you, to save you, to protect you...

He had begged the doctor to let him see her but he refused. The doctor explained how they're still treating your wounds and he will be able to see you later today. He nodded and patiently, yet impatiently waited outside the ICU. Hours pass, and finally, the doctor comes back to him. "Although she's still unconscious, we have shifted her to a room, and you can go see her now." he says. His heart leaps into his throat as he follows the doctor into the room. He sees you lying there, pale and still, hooked up to all sorts of machines. His heart breaks at the sight.

He takes her hand in his, feeling the coldness of your skin. Tears well up in his eyes once again, as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "Baby girl, I'm here," he says, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there. Please, come back to me. I need you." He said, finally breaking into a sob that he had been holding for hours.

He sits by your side, holding your hand and talking to you, telling you all the things he's been holding back for so long. He tells you how much he loves you, how he can't imagine his life without you, how he'll do anything to make you better. He tells you all the things he's sorry for, all the things he wishes he could have done differently. His trying his best to make you feel his presence and bring you to life again. He needed you to speak back to him. As he talks, tears roll down his cheeks, and he can feel the pain and sorrow inside him grow. He's never felt so vulnerable in his life, and he knows that if you won't make it, he'll never be the same again. He tries to shake these negative thoughts and for now, all he can do is hope and pray and be by your side, holding your hand.

Hours passed as he didn't realise and fell asleep, curled up in a chair beside your bed, holding your hand tightly. He was exhausted, emotionally drained, and his body ached from sitting in the same position for so long, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to be there for you, to be the first thing you see when you wake up. As the night passed, he was into a deep slumber, but he was quickly awoken by a faint voice calling his name. He jerked upright, his heart pounding in his chest, as looked at you in shock. Yoy were awake.

"Baby?" he said, his voice choked with emotion. "Oh my God, you're awake. Are you okay? How do you feel?" He asked everything without a breath. He then immediately rang the bell to call the nurses and the doctor. "How is she now?" He asked impatiently to the doctor. "She's surprisingly much better Mr Cavill, looks like you were what she needed to heal." The doctor said finally leaving the two of you alone.

"How are you feeling princess? You scared me so much. I'm so glad you're okay. Fuck." He said with tears running down his face as he held her hand right continuously kissing your hand. You smiled weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel...okay. A little sore. But I'm glad to see you. I thought I'd never see you again" His eyes filled with tears as he leaned in and lifted you gently into his arms, holding you close to him. "Oh, baby don't say that. I would never let anything happen to you." he said, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I should have been here. I should have been there to protect you. I can't believe this happened." You stroked his cheek and smiled reassuringly. "It's not your fault, Henry. It was an accident. I'm just glad you're here now." He just held you like his life depended on it. You could feel how scared he was and how he was holding onto you like a little baby. You ran your hand gently through his hair and you can already feel yourself healing. He was your medicine. He was your relief. You couldn't imagine you were holding him after almost two months and now you didn't want to let go.

Henry took a deep breath and kissed your lips, feeling overwhelmed with relief and love. "I was so scared," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know what to do. I thought I was going to lose you." Your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at him. "You're not going to lose me," she said, your voice soft but firm. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Henry and you're stuck with me." You said giggling a little through your tears. His heart swelled with love and emotion as he looked down at you. "I love you so much more my princess. God I love you so much more..." he said, his voice thick with emotion. For a few moments, you just held each other, lost in your love and relief. You can feel how his heart has now picked a softer pace. He needed you as much as you needed him.

Later, he pulled back a little, looking at you with concern. "What happened?" he asked. "How did this happen?" You knew you were gonna get in trouble if you answered this. You just smiled weakly but he asked again as you sighed. "I remember losing control of the car...and then hitting the tree. After that, everything is a blur. But I'm okay now and so much better with you here." You said trying to glaze everything with hope and happiness, in hopes that he won't get mad at you. He hated your age old secondhand car and had strictly asked you to take the new ones he has parked up for you. He even offered to drive his Aston Martin around. But you loved this car, it was the first thing you bought with your own money. Although he was right, this car had served you enough, and now just something you should be keeping for sentimental value.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes. "How many times have I asked you to stay away from this junk? What if I had lost you today? Hun?" He snapped. He was now angry but you expected this. He was worried for you and he was right, this car almost took your life today. "I'm sorry Henry. I won't do it again" You say politely pulling him in a hug as he immediately melts down and nuzzles his head in your hair. "I know baby, I'm sorry to get mad at you, but I almost thought I lost you today. I was so scared, and I have told you so many times to dump that car. I just.. I wanted to save your from exactly this." He said softly now gently rubbing your back and kissing your head and shoulders. "I'm so sorry baby, I promise I won't do it again. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I love you." You say stroking his cheek and leaning in to kiss him.

You were kissing him after two months and it felt like tasting heaven. He was your medicine. His words, his touch, his kisses, everything healed you. He healed you and you wanted nothing more. Henry smiled through the kiss and hugged you tightly, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. "I love you too, my princess," he said. "I love you more than anything. And I'm never going to let anything happen to you again."

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An Excerpt From Chapter 22 of All That Glitters.

18+ Minors DNI.

As they entered the bathroom, the warm steam from the shower filled the room, Naya allowed Jude to undress her She felt a rush of desire as his hands roamed her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. The anticipation of their upcoming trip mixed with the intimacy between them, creating a sense of electric excitement in the air.

Jude's gaze never left hers as he undressed himself, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored her own. Without a word, he stepped into the shower, holding out his hand for Naya to join him. She didn't hesitate, stepping in beside him as the warm water cascaded over their bodies, washing away any remaining sleepiness.

The steamy shower was filled with laughter and playful splashing as they washed each other's hair and bodies, enjoying the closeness and intimacy it brought.

“I’m not having sex with you until we’re in Brazil,” Naya playfully interrupted, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned in to kiss Jude, the water creating a sensual backdrop to their intimate moment.

Jude chuckled, his hands running through her wet hair as he looked into her eyes with a mixture of desire and affection. “I can be patient,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers in a tender gesture.

The anticipation of their trip to Brazil, combined with the electric chemistry between them, made the shower a prelude to the adventures that awaited them. As they stood under the warm water, wrapped in each other's arms, Naya couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought them together and the exciting future that lay ahead.

“You’re way too sexy for your own good,” Naya smirked as her hand found the back of Jude’s head, her eyes slightly hooded as she considered going against the rule she set in place.

Jude's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "It’s not intentional," he murmured, his lips trailing a path along her jawline.

Naya's resolve wavered as she felt the undeniable pull of desire between them. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you when we land,” Jude whispered huskily, his words sending a shiver down Naya's spine. The promise of what awaited them in Brazil only fueled their passion, igniting a fire that burned brightly between them.

The flight from Madrid to Brazil was just shy of eleven hours, and despite his desire for her, Jude wanted to see just how much restraint he had.

Jude knew if he said just the right thing, he could have Naya pinned to the shower wall in no time. But he decided to savor the anticipation, knowing that the wait would only make their eventual reunion even more explosive.

As they finished their shower and dried off, the air between them was thick with unspoken desire.

Leaving Jude alone to get ready for the long day of traveling ahead, she went into one of his guest bedrooms to do the same. Putting a little more distance between them for her own sanity.

As the morning went on Jude’s friends from back home in English had arrived, and the house was filled with laughter and excitement as they caught up with each other. Naya couldn't help but feel grateful for the easy camaraderie between Jude and his friends, knowing that their trip to Brazil was going to be a memorable one with such good company.

After getting dressed and ready for the day, Naya joined the group in the living room, where plans for their time in Brazil were discussed over a breakfast of fruit, yogurt and various pastries. The anticipation of exploring a new country with such fun people around her filled Naya with a sense of joy and adventure.

As they all made their way to the airport, Naya felt a surge of excitement at the thought of the adventures that awaited them in Brazil. The private jet was waiting for them, fueled and ready to take them to their destination. With a quick goodbye to Jude's friends and a final check of their travel documents, they boarded the plane, ready to embark on a journey filled with unforgettable moments and new experiences.

Within the first hour of the flight, Naya’s early rise was already beginning to catch up with her. Leaving Jude and his two best friends in the cabin on FaceTime with his younger brother Jobe, Naya made her way into the bedroom the of the private plane. She removed her leggings and cardigan before climbing into bed, sighing as her skin came into contact with the soft sheets.

Scrolling aimlessly through her phone, she locked it dropping it to the bed beside her as she heard Jude’s heavy footsteps approaching before he knocked the door once and then entered the room. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he approached her, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Naya smirked as he crawled onto the bed laying his body on top of hers.

Jude chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling her skin as he whispered, "Why didn’t you ask me to come and lay with you?" Naya's heart raced as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

“Because your friends are here, that would be selfish of me.” Naya said as she placed her hands on Jude's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat beneath her touch. “I could spend the entire day underneath you, but that’s not really fair to everyone else.”

Jude's fingers traced a path along Naya's jawline, his touch sending a wave of tingles through her body. "Who said anything about being fair?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Naya's breath hitched as Jude's words hung in the air, the tension between them palpable. She gazed into his eyes, seeing the raw intensity and longing reflected back at her. In that moment, all thoughts of propriety and consideration for others faded away, leaving only the magnetic pull she felt towards Jude.

Without another word, Jude closed the distance between them, capturing Naya's lips in a passionate kiss. Groaning into her mouth as he reached beneath the sheets to find she only wore a cropped T-shirt and thong.

“You’re fucking with me,” Jude sighed as he traced his fingers along the edge of her shirt, teasingly tugging at the fabric. Naya's breath hitched as she felt the heat of his touch against her skin, her body responding eagerly to his proximity.

In a swift movement, Jude pulled the shirt over her head, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of her exposed body. Naya's pulse quickened as she felt his hands roam over her bare skin, igniting a fire that burned hot and bright between them.

“Does eating you out until you beg me to stop count as sex?” Jude asked as his finger traced the curves and bumps of Naya’s pierced nipple.

“No,” she said barely above a whisper as she tried to ignore the pulsing of her clit between her thighs.

Jude's lips curled into a wicked grin as he leaned down to capture her nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. Naya let out a soft gasp, her back arching in response to the exquisite sensation coursing through her.

As Jude's mouth continued its sinful exploration of her body, Naya's mind clouded with desire, her hands threading through his hair, urging him closer. The feeling of his warm breath against her skin, his skilled touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely.

Lost in a haze of pleasure and need, Naya gave herself over to the intoxicating whirlwind of sensations that Jude stirred within her. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered word of desire only served to fuel the flames of their passion, drawing them closer together in a dance of shared longing and unspoken promises.

Laying Naya down on the bed, Jude’s fingers hooked into the sides of her thong as he slowly slid the delicate fabric down her legs, his eyes never leaving hers. Naya's breath caught in her throat as she felt exposed under his intense gaze, a mix of vulnerability and desire swirling within her.

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Anything (Pt.47)

"Really, I'm fine, you don't need to fuss," I said to Matty as he readjusted and tucked the blanket around me tighter for the fifth time in my wheelchair. "I'll have to take it off when I get up to get in the car in a minute anyways," I reasoned, but Matty ignored me.

"Is that too tight? Should I go back and grab you another?" Matty asked worriedly as the nurse wheeled me down the hall of the hospital and into the elevator.

"Matty, I promise, I'm fine," I replied as we halted to a stop inside the elevator doors.

"Promise?" he said leaning down, his eyes level with mine as he leaned his hand on the arm of my wheelchair, our faces only an inch or two apart. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips as his eyes peered into my mind searching for reassurance of my wellbeing. He was so caring.

"Pinky," I said with a little grin. With that, he beamed back at me, then kissed me sweetly on the lips. 

As the elevator door dinged open, the three of us headed out the doors of the hospital and straight to the car that waited to take us back to Matty's.

Once we reached the car, the driver got out to open the door for us. Matty promptly bent over and reached his arms under me.

"Matty! I can walk just fine!" I protested with a laugh as he scooped me up in his arms. 

"I'm not taking any chances," he said seriously before kissing me on the forehead and gently placing me in the backseat. Before I could do it myself, he took the seatbelt and clicked it in for me, adjusting the strap around me to make sure it wasn't too tight.

"I have a feeling this one's going to take better care of you than we did," chuckled the kind elderly nurse we'd befriended. She'd particularly taken a liking to Matty, but then again, who wouldn't?

"I can only dream of doing half as good a job as you, Agatha," Matty said kindly as he turned towards her with a devastatingly handsome smile, making her cheeks flush red with flattery as she waved him off with a breathless giggle. 

"Oh you're a good one, aren't you?" scolded the flustered woman as she wagged her finger at him.

"Not at all, Agatha, but striving to be," answered Matty with a wink. I had to stifle my own giggle when I saw her face turn even redder and swat at his arm as if to say 'Nonsense!'.

It had been so entertaining to watch Matty charm the staff on our floor. Everyone was completely taken by him from the moment they met him, enamoured by his endless charm and gentlemanly manner. Anyone who entered my room either left with scarlet-toned cheeks, or sputtering nonsense, including my doctor, who stuttered his farewell, leaving the room quickly to hide his pink face after discharging me. It was almost comforting to see that I wasn't the only one who was so easily breath taken by him.

After what could only be described as a very entertaining but adorable goodbye with Agatha, Matty hopped into the backseat next to me, pulling me close against him as we zoomed down the streets of London towards his flat. As I snuggled my head against the collar of his white button-up, I realized how oddly he was dressed for the occasion.

"Matty, don't take this the wrong way but... why are you so dressed up?" I asked curiously. Matty wasn't one to wear dress shirts casually, and it wasn't until now that I realized this was the first time I'd seen him wearing one in public that wasn't for a date.

"I came here straight from the concert last night," he said somewhat bashfully as he ran his fingers through his hair, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, tucking me closer into his chest. 

"What?" I said pulling away to look up at him better. "Did you not stop by the hotel before getting on the plane?"

He shook his head gently. I looked at him bewildered and he simply shrugged.

"When did you book your flight," I asked in confusion.

"I didn't," he answered with a meek smile. "George did in the car last night while I was on the phone with Juliette in the ambulance. We drove straight from the venue to the airport."

I looked at Matty in disbelief. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a little smile, and I stared back incredulously before I finally let him pull me back into his chest.

"I'll never deserve you," I mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent, it's warmth spreading through my lungs like the comforting heat of a campfire.

"You're getting a pass because you're still in recovery, but if you say any more nonsense like that I promise I'm going to fuss over you ten times worse, so you better watch it, missy," Matty scolded me. I looked up at him to shoot him a playful glare, and he simply winked in response, making my insides melt a little.

When we reached Matty's flat, he wouldn't put me down until we reached his bedroom where he placed me gently on his bed. He pulled the duvet around me softly, then kissed both my cheeks tenderly before turning to walk into the bathroom. I could hear the faucet turn on, the familiar sound of the bathtub filling the bedroom where I lay.

I slowly pulled the duvet off of me, the weight of it straining my weak muscles, then swung my legs over the edge of the bed, stopping for a moment to catch my breath. I was already feeling better than I did when I first woke up this morning, but my body still felt horribly weak. Just as I began to push myself up off the bed, Matty reentered the room, gasping loudly at the sight of me.

"Nuh-uh!" he said hysterically as he ran over to me. "Nope! Don't even think about it! We're not doing this! The doctor said you needed to rest!" he scolded me as I rolled my eyes up at him.

"Matty, he didn't say I can't walk."

"Walking isn't resting," he said tenderly as he gently scooped me up in his arms again, ignoring my puff of annoyance.

"You're lucky I love being in your arms so much, or else I'd never let you act this crazy," I said, tapping his chin playfully as he walked us into the bathroom. 

"If loving you is crazy, then call a psychiatric hospital, because I need to be admitted immediately," he said as he nipped my finger gently, and then sat me down on the edge of the bathtub with a smile.

Only because I didn't have the energy to protest, I let him help me tug off the sweatpants and shirt Juliette had brought me to change into at the hospital. He was so patient and gentle with me, taking care to place kisses on each part of my skin as it became exposed, making me giggle when he nuzzled his way into my armpit. I swatted at him lightly as I laughed, earning a cheeky smile from him as I did.

After I finally settled into the suds-fille tub, I looked up at Matty who sat on the stool next to the tub and rolled up his sleeves before reaching for the shampoo bottle.

"Oh, Matty. Please come in with me," I begged as I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Oh, don't worry about me," he waved me off casually with a furrowed brow, then popped open the cap.

"Matty, you haven't even changed since your concert last night, let alone bathed. Please come in. I know how sweaty you get on stage, I can only imagine how gross you must feel after that and a whole night's worth of travel," I said, placing a wet hand gently on his wrist.

"I feel fine, darling. Honestly. You're my priority right now," he said, his eyes wide with sincerity as he slipped his wrist out from under my hand and took it into his own before pulling it up to his mouth to place a kiss on my curled knuckles. His chocolate eyes bored into mine, making my heart flutter as he looked at me with such innocent candor. 

"Well, you're mine," I challenged, my eyes turning firey amidst my exhausted state. "Are you really going to deny what's most important to me in such a fragile state?"

He looked down at me, his internal struggle showing plainly on his face as I watched him chew the inside of his cheek in contemplation. His mouth turned into a thin line as he inhaled deeply, then sighed before standing up from the stool.

"Fine," he said as he began to unbutton his white shirt. "But you're not allowed to protest at me washing you. Not a peep, you hear me?" he said sternly with a raised eyebrow.

I smiled widely at him as I nodded, just happy that I'd have his arms around me once more so soon.

After he gently pushed me forward, and hopped into the tub behind me, lowering his naked body behind me, I leaned back against his chest, sinking into his touch. Using an empty cup, Matty poured the warm water over my head, careful to make sure none got in my eyes before he poured shampoo on my hair.

"You really don't need to do all this, Matty, I'm tired, not paralyzed," I began, but he cut me off right away. 

"Oh, hush! Let me pamper my patient!" he shushed me as he gently began to massage shampoo into my scalp making my eyes roll back into my head. A moan of pleasure escaped my lips and I could almost hear Matty's lips curl up into a smile of satisfaction at my response. 

"In all my years, I've never had such a difficult, fussy patient before," he said, trying to sound serious, winning a stifled giggle from me. "I doubt Agatha would protest this much at a free sponge bath," he said cheekily into my ear, making my giggle turn into a hearty laugh. As I laughed, he pressed a kiss into the sudsy skin of my temple.

"You're always taking care of me in this tub," I said a little while later to Matty with a sigh of happiness, "since the first day we met," I added teasingly.

"And I'm always the one causing you to end up in here," he said dejectedly, his chin brushing against my head as he shook his head in frustration.

"Well, that's not true,"  I said as my brow creased in confusion. "You weren't even there last night- that had nothing to do with you."

"But it was, Anna. It was my fault," he said defeatedly, his voice soft in my ear.

I turned and scowled at him, confused by what he meant, but he just nodded at me.

"It was. If I hadn't pushed you to go last night, this never would have happened," he said in a low voice, his eyes looking away in embarrassment. 

"Matty," I said softly as I reached my hand out to cup his cheek. "You know that's not true. Please tell me you know that's not true," I said, my face turning into a look of pain.

"I know..." he sighed heavily, "I know it's not, but I can't help but feel like it's my fault. You didn't want to go, and I pushed you to anyways-"

"-and for good reason! I've been living here for months and if it weren't for you, I still wouldn't have any friends!" I returned persistently.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be getting you upset, you need to be relaxing," he said as his brown furrowed, angry with himself. He tried to pull me back against him, but I stayed firm, and he let me stay upright looking at him, not wanting to overpower me.

"Matty, it's not your fault someone drugged me. You can't blame yourself for what that scumbag did to me. His choices aren't yours," I said as he wiped a bit of shampoo from my forehead delicately with his thumb, his worried eyes still looking at me doubtfully. I paused for a moment, unsure of if I should say what I wanted to say next. After thinking about it for a moment, I decided it was important. It was important that Matty understood. I took a deep breath and held his stare as I spoke softly.

"You wouldn't blame me for what happened with Lucas just because I decided to date him, would you?"

Matty frowned, shaking his head as he processed my words. I could tell he was struggling with removing the blame from himself, but slowly he began to accept it.

"Of course not," he said softly. "Never."

I leaned towards him, looking down at his lips, then back up into his pained eyes.

"You can't always keep me safe, Matty," I began as my lips hovered over his. Before he could interject, I continued. "But I will always love you for trying."

"Always," he breathed as his lips grazed mine. "Until my dying day."

Our lips met and we kissed. I felt myself floating as he pressed his love into me, his arms wrapping around me tenderly. I was enveloped in his love, and I never wanted it to end.

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