When it came to the dating rumors, you and Matteo were at the top of the list, and it was understandable. Sharing clothes, smoking together, always at each other houses, and more, so you two understood why you guys were at the top but never stopped, because it was honestly fun or you didn’t care.

One evening, in the frat house named Delta, which you hated. You woke up in Matteo’s bed, with him next to you, snoring and drooling, a normal sight for you. You heard some of the frat brothers awake and being loud, ordering breakfast and you knew it wouldn’t be long before they stumbled into Matteo’s room, so you stood up, grabbing your phone and stretching before suddenly an hand grabbed your wrist and pulling you back into bed.

A clingy Matteo greeted your gaze, he laid on top of you. Stopping you from getting up, you groaned at the sudden weight on your chest and stomach, he chuckled at the groan.

”Where are you going, handsome..?” He smirked.