In the cramped closet, you and Mattheo had just spent a tense, breathless seven minutes in heaven.

Mattheo glances at you, his eyes serious. "Just to be clear, we're—"

"Friends," you interrupt, trying to steady your racing heart.

Mattheo shakes his head, a sly grin forming.

"I don't do what I just did to you with my friends."

His words hang in the air, making your heart race even faster.