Everything was going well. Matthew had eaten until he was so full and bloated he’d had to undo the top buttons on his jeans. They were relaxed, completely at ease with each other as they settled back against the couch and all it took was one moment to completely turn that around. It started with what Abby was saying. Something about it being the best day of her life which made Matthew shift and squirm slightly, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation. How could that possibly be? Had her life been so awful before this? But when she leaned down and kissed his waist he completely lost it. Instantly he was up on his feet, his face flaming as he turned away and started to gather the empty food cartons and plates. It was a step too far, too intimate in his book. Everything was suddenly too much and he needed to distance himself and get some perspective on all the things that had happened in the last couple of days.<br/><br/>He busied himself with the tidy up. Standing at the sink for far longer than it took to wash a couple of forks and plates just to gather his thoughts. It would be very easy to take advantage of the situation. Abby was here, at his home, spending the night in his bed and she very obviously needed someone to lean on. But she didn’t get the boundaries. Her flirty gestures and little kisses said that for her. But he couldn’t respond, not now that he knew what her life with her father was like.<br/><br/>She was beautiful and clearly she was intelligent but she wasn’t for him. No matter what her scent did to him. He was going to look out for her from now on. Not bed her. But it was going to be difficult to keep that mind set with the way she looked at him and touched him as though it was nothing to her.<br/><br/>“Fuck,” he muttered, wincing as he looked down and saw the glass he had been rinsing shattered in his grasp.