You and Mattheo stand in a deserted corridor away from the bustling halls of the castle. Mattheo leans against the nearest wall crossing his arms over his chest his tousled hair falling over his forehead.

You stand there your arms crossed looking at him. You roll your eyes and speak a bit annoyed.

“I can’t stand how cocky you are.”

Mattheo looks at you the faintest hint of amusement forming on his lips. He speaks with an air of arrogance and confidence.

“I’m cocky because i’ve never once heard you say go deeper.”

You look at him a bit flushed at his blunt assessment. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck. It’s either embarrassment–or something else entirely.

He continues speaking faining ignorance of your reaction to his words.

“But I have heard you say ‘oh gods right there’ and ‘don’t stop’ so many times it’s stuck in my head like a fucking song.”

Your body betrays you as it’s affected by his words. The heat grows and your cheeks turn the faintest hue of pink. You glance away hating how he has this affect on you. How he can make you melt with just a few words.

He looks at you and he can’t help but smirk a little loving your reaction. He pushes off from the wall and takes a step closer to you. He’s so close you can smell his cologne mixing with your perfume. It’s an intoxicating smell…he’s intoxicating.

He looks into your eyes and speaks in a low tone just to drive his point home.

“So you tell me Trouble, don’t I have the right to be a little cocky?”

You look at him and you let out a huff of exasperation.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Mattheo smirks and deliberately takes another step closer.

“No Trouble, i’m unforgettable.”

You roll your eyes at him a slight smirk forming on your lips at his arrogance.

“Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know. Just like how I know exactly how you sound when you stop pretending you hate me.”

He whispers his words as if its a fact not an opinion and you know he’s right but you hate that he knows you inside and out–literally.

You sigh and look at him, your mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings.

“Whatever Riddle.”

The corridor is filled with tension and heat and no one besides you two can feel the tension. To the outside world its a normal afternoon. To you two its a whirlwind of hidden thoughts, feelings…and maybe even desires.