The music starts pulsing through the speakers, filling the room with a beat that begs to be moved to. You glance at Mattheo with a mischievous smirk, knowing the camera is in his hands, angled perfectly towards you.

You lose yourself in the rhythm, swaying your hips to the bass and tracing your hands through the air as you follow the dance trend you’d decided to try together. The light catches you just right, making the whole moment look like something from a film.

However, Mattheo is not just filming. His eyes trail down the curve of your body, lingering far longer than the camera lens ever could. You notice the way his jaw tightens and see him bite his lower lip as a low growl rumbles from his throat.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters under his breath, half to himself, but loudly enough for you to hear over the music.

You keep dancing, playing it up now — hips swaying more slowly and looking at him from over your shoulder with a grin — just to tease him. His grip on the phone tightens as if he’s forcing himself to stay still, but his voice betrays him.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he says, his tone a mix of accusation and desire. The camera dips for a moment as he steps closer.

“Maybe,” you whisper with a smirk, your eyes locking on his through the lens.

The beat drops and you spin with the music. Before you know it, Mattheo lowers the phone completely and pulls you into his chest with a less restrained growl.

"What if you dance with me now?" he smirks.