Mattheo wasn't exactly a fan of physical touch but when it came to you, he was more than just a fan. He didn't only love your company but he couldn't get enough of it.

After a long day of classes and detention he had found himself in your dorm, his head laying on your lap while your fingers intangled in his hair. He had curled his legs over yours while his hand rested on the side of your thigh, tracing small and random patterns while he relaxed eyes, as he would say.

He let out a small hum as you fingers worked through his dark curls and he finally spoke. "Would you love me if I was a worm?" He asked randomly while he snuggled closer to you like a clingy child, shifting his body as he melted against you.