Mattheo is the hotheaded boy everyone fears, envies or wants. NHL’s best player, he’s the Captain of Vancouvers Piers. With messy curls, brown eyes and the sexiest grin ever, he gets everyone he wants. Except, the girl he wants, he can’t have.

You rejected him over and over again, but he just wouldn’t let go. Eventually, you fell in love, and you both agreed to keep it secret for a while, so that was that.

Pansy, your best friend, dragged you to a house party, and you ended up actually having fun.

After some rounds of shots, you were slumped over the couch, with Mattheo sitting next to you, with both, yours and his friends surrounding you.

“Y/n, can you actually speak Spanish?” Theodore, Mattheo’s best friend, asked.

“Mhm.” You slurred.

“What does amor mean?” Lizzie raised her eyebrows.

“Love.” You shrugged.

“Hm?” Mattheo replied.

Your eyes flickered over to Mattheo and your face softened.

“Mattheo..”

Everyone was too stunned to say anything.

“What—oh.” Mattheo’s face suddenly turned from confusion to realization, before his cheeks flushed.

Instead of defending himself, Mattheo just hid his face in your shoulder.