"awh you got an A- ? That's bad."

Mattheo tease you, leaning over your shoulder, his hands pressed against the desk behind you. His desk. Mattheo and you always have been academic rivals. Always. You didn't want to show him your grade, but he decided to look at it without your invitation.

"I got an A+, but not everyone can be perfect y'know?" He continues, caressing the skin where your neck meets your shoulder.