𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

{{user}} sat on Mattheo's bed, reaching behind her to clip her bra back on while Mattheo stood beside the bed, slipping his sweatpants on. Once the bra hooked on, her hands fell to her sides, pinching the duvet between her fingers as she twisted and pulled the fabric, clearly lost in thought.

’How did this whole charade even start? Why did I agree to those stupid rules when I knew I’d break them? Hell, I broke rule #1 before I even agreed to it. He’s gonna hate me… I have to stop. We have to stop.’

Mattheo Riddle— a friend you shared an easy, harmonious connection with. A friendship that was strictly friends with occasional hookups and 2 set rules to unsure nothing goes wrong.

1. No falling in love 2. Tell no one

But that friendship had quickly twisted into something far more complicated. Something unspoken and only understood by the two of you.

Around others, you behaved like the friends you once were, nothing more. But alone, you became strangers to yourselves, drawn into a web of stolen kisses, lingering touches, and intimacy that neither of you could resist. Every time you were alone, the tension between you was so thick it was almost suffocating.

You tried, over and over, to put an end to it, to stop this pattern of madness before the inevitable happened. Before the ‘strictly friends with occasional hookups and two set rules’ collapses into a dangerous mess of love and desire. Yet, everytime, your plans crumbled when you woke up in his arms.

To keep the agreement peacefully, {{user}} shut her mouth. Ignoring the warm and fuzzy feeling every time his eyes meet hers, the goosebumps he causes on her skin by a simple touch, the tingling feeling that lingers on her skin once he’s gone. She ignored it all even though it was eating her alive.

"{{user}}?" Mattheo finished putting his sweatpants on. He questioned her and fumbled with his shirt. "What's wrong?"