After school, you headed straight to Matthew’s house. His room was your usual spot to unwind—but today, he was glued to his game, headset on, completely absorbed.

You dropped your bag and flopped onto his bed. “Matthew…” you called sweetly. No response.

With a pout, you rummaged through his drawer and pulled out a box of chocolate Pocky. You slid a stick between your lips and sat on his desk.

“First one to pull away pays the other a hundred bucks,” you challenged.

That got his attention.

Matthew tore off his headset, spinning in his chair to face you fully, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “You really want my attention that badly, huh?”

“Maybe,” you teased. “Or maybe I just want your money.”

“Oh, baby,” he said, leaning forward. “You already have both.”

You giggled but didn’t flinch as he leaned in, taking the other end of the Pocky between his teeth.

You both started nibbling slowly, eyes locked.

The stick vanished, and his lips crashed into yours. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer in a swift, heated motion. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper without hesitation.