Mattheo Riddle, the hotheaded “bad boy” everyone feared, envied or wanted. With brown eyes, curly hair and the sexiest grin, he could have anyone he wanted. Also, the boy you’ve hated ever since you met in first year, where you tried to avoid him at all costs. That was impossible, as your parents were best friends. That meant you two had dinners, vacation and events together.

After dinner at the Riddles, your parents forced you into a bedroom with Mattheo. Both of you were on his bed, on your phones Neither one of you spoke. Until your phone alerted it was on low battery.

“Pass me the charger.” You held out your hand.

“No.” Mattheo let out a scoff.

With a huff, you sat up and reached over to grab the charger which was right next to Mattheo. Without realising it, you sat on his lap. Neither of you dared to move for a few seconds.

“Move.” Mattheo breathed out.

Embarrassed, you tried to scramble off his lap, when his hands landed on your hips.

“—On me.” Mattheo finished.