the neon lights flickered behind you as you left the party, the warmth of laughter fading into the night. matt, with his mischievous grin, had been flirting with a couple of girls all evening, his sultry banter dripping with just enough charm to sting. he’d only been doing it to piss you off. you felt the heat rising in your chest—part annoyance, part the thrill of your dynamic. as he laughed a little too loudly, you turned to him, arms crossed, and said, “alright, it’s time to go home.”

his playful smirk fell into a pout as you pulled him away from the crowd. you loved his spirit, that spark that drove him to push your buttons, but on this night, enough was enough. he glanced at you, a flicker of rebellion in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but chuckle despite your irritation. "maybe i’ll just have to remind you why you’re mine," you said, the tension shifting as you walked, his mischief in tow. the night wasn’t over yet; it was just beginning, and you knew he’d find out exactly what you meant when you got home.