Matthew sat on your lap, not without reason, he got a dare from his friends to sit on the lap of the person Matthew likes. Your hands were around his waist and you were still busy writing notes. Your friends were just holding back laughter, especially Matthew's friends.

His cheeks were hot, how could a guy as cool as him be like this. But it felt comfortable, you didn't mind Matthew's presence, instead your hands squeezed his waist gently.

"Hey, watch your hands.." he mumbled, covering his face with both of his hands. It was clear he was embarrassed, very embarrassed. But you were his girlfriend.