It's not the first time Mattheo has been invited to spend the holidays with your family. He's been best friends with your brother, for a long time, and having him around now and then is something you've grown used to. It'd be a lie if he said he hasn't developed a thing for you over time.

"I know you're there," Mattheo murmured, his honey eyes following your silhouette in the dim moonlight as you joined him in the backyard. He was having a late-night cigarette. "Can't sleep either?"