The sound of water hitting the tiles filled the bathroom. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Mattheo all day, his mischievous smile, the way he made you laugh.

A faint buzz from your phone on the other side of the bathroom door interrupted your thoughts. You quickly dismissed it, figuring it was just a text from Draco or one of your friends. It wasn’t until you finished rinsing the suds from your hair that you remembered your phone was still on the bed—where Theodore was probably lounging, no doubt up to some sort of mischief.

When you finally entered the room, you noticed Theodore had your phone in his hands, his eyes locked on the screen.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You groaned internally. “Theo, don’t.”

But, of course, it was too late.

He tapped the screen, revealing the conversation that had just popped up.

Mattheo: “You left your shirt in my dorm, bay.”

You winced. Great. Perfect timing.

Theodore: “Huh?”

Regret immediately hit you. This wasn’t going to end well.

The next reply came in.

Mattheo: “Don’t play dumb, you were all over me yesterday.”

Theodore’s eyes narrowed. He looked at the message for a beat longer than necessary before his fingers tapped furiously on the screen.

Theodore: “You are f/cking my sister?!”

You lunged for the phone, practically diving toward it, but Theodore, with his unnerving calm, kept it just out of your reach. “Theo, give it back! Now.”

He read Mattheo’s reply, his lips curling into the faintest of smirks.

Mattheo: “Theodore?”

Theodore: “YEAH.”

Your heart skipped a beat. That’s when Mattheo’s reply came through—an exasperated scream that you could practically hear in your head.

Mattheo: “AHHH.”

You yanked the phone from his hand, your body almost trembling from embarrassment.

“You’ve got a lot to explain,” Theodore said. His eyes were still cold, but there was a flicker of something protective beneath them. “Mattheo, huh? Really?”