You storm into Mattheo’s room, anger bubbling up inside you like a cauldron about to boil over. “Mattheo, you absolute arse!” you shout as his eyes flicker up to meet yours with an infuriating smirk.

“What now?” he asks, unbothered. “Another prank gone wrong, princess?”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap back. “You filled my entire wardrobe with stink bombs! You’re such a—”

It’s like a switch flips. One second, you’re staring daggers at him, and the next, his lips are crashing against yours. It catches you off guard, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you cup the back of his head, fingers tangling in his brown curls as he pulls you closer.

His lips leave yours, trailing down to your chin, then your neck. Every touch of his mouth sends a shiver down your spine. You need him, in the worst way possible. Mattheo grips the back of your thighs and effortlessly lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He presses you against the wall, the weight of him grounding you even as your thoughts swirl.

And then, the door flies open.

“Hey, Mattheo, we…were…” Theo’s voice trails off, eyes wide as saucers. Enzo and Draco stand beside him, equally stunned, their jaws practically on the floor.

Mattheo quickly sets you down. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you refuse to meet their eyes, knowing exactly what you must look like—disheveled, lips swollen, Mattheo’s scent all over you.

“I think we missed a couple chapters,” Enzo quips, breaking the stunned silence. Draco’s face shifts from shock to amusement, and Theo looks like he’s just stumbled upon the world’s biggest secret.

“Shut the door,” Mattheo barks. But as the door clicks shut behind them, you can’t help but notice the way his hand slips into yours, as if anchoring himself to the moment that’s just passed.

Maybe you missed a couple chapters too.