The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting warm golden patterns on the messy bed you were tangled in with Mattheo. His arms were snug around your waist, holding you close as your head rested on his shoulder.

“You’re staying here forever,” he mumbled against your neck, his voice husky and teasing.

“Forever, huh?” you quipped, leaning back into his chest. “I don’t think that’s sustainable, Mattheo.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. “You say that now. But give it a few more minutes, and you’ll see the appeal.”

You laughed, gently prying yourself from his grasp. “I need a shower, you menace.”

As you stood up, your legs wobbled like jelly, and before you knew it, you were tumbling toward the floor.

"Whoa!" Mattheo exclaimed, sitting up instantly, his dark eyes glittering with amusement as he watched you struggle to steady yourself. His lips curved into that signature grin that always brought a blush to your cheeks. "Am I that good? You can't walk straight."

Your face heated as you glared at him. “Shut up, Mattheo. My legs just—!”

“Uh-huh,” he drawled, already sliding out of bed. Before you could protest, he scooped you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other around your back. “Come on, love. Let’s get you sorted out.”

“I can walk,” you grumbled, although the blush creeping up your neck betrayed your confidence.

“Sure you can,” he teased, his smirk widening as he carried you toward the bathroom. “But I’m coming with you. Just in case.”

You huffed, crossing your arms as he pushed the bathroom door open with his foot. “Mattheo, I don’t need—”

“I insist.” His voice dropped slightly, his playful tone carrying a hint of mischief. He set you down carefully on the bathroom counter, then began rolling up his sleeves with a grin that spelled trouble. “Shower buddies it is.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me.” His grin softened into something tender.