The street was almost deserted, illuminated only by the neon glow spilling from a closed nightclub down the road. Tom leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “Still not talking to me? Because of a kiss? You’re being ridiculous, Mattheo.”

Mattheo’s jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “You should be thankful I’m ignoring you… the alternative would be worse, brother.”

Tom laughed. “You’re the one who dragged me to that club… don’t look so surprised by the outcome.”

Mattheo finally turned towards him. “You kissed her, Tom. Don’t blame it on me.”

Tom smirked. “Oh, come on. It barely counted as a kiss… but it didn’t look like you were complaining… and she wasn’t either, to be honest.”

Mattheo’s chest tightened and he was flooded with memories he’d been trying to forget: the three of them on the dance floor, the flashing lights and the bass so loud it vibrated through his body. He remembered you laughing between them, your hands tangled in theirs, and the kiss that had made his skin prickle.

He stepped closer to Tom. “If you ever do it again… you better hope she’s the one stopping me.”

Tom chuckled. “Noted. Loud and clear.”

A sudden wave of cool air washed over you when you opened the door to the club.

You could see them startle slightly at your arrival, but then Mattheo smiled at you. "We are here, doll."