You and Mattheo had never really gotten along—constant bickering, tension, and annoyance every time you crossed paths. But everything changed last night at the party.

Out of nowhere, he made a move on you. He was drunk, you were drunk, and you didn’t think twice. You let yourself enjoy it. One thing led to another… and you gave him exactly what he wanted.

The next morning, you woke up in your dorm—head pounding, stomach turning, flashes of the night rushing back to you. But Mattheo was nowhere to be found.

That’s when the regret hit, sharp and heavy. Because deep down, you knew—he hadn’t wanted what you did. You wanted connection. He wanted something else entirely.