Cursing under your breath, you rushed from one side of the room to the other, hastily throwing on your clothes while mentally calculating just how much time you had left. Behind you, Matt only chuckled, completely unapologetic, his form lazily draped beneath nothing but a thin sheet.

—"You do realize."—He mused, his voice still thick with amusement.—"that even if you leave now, you’ll still be an hour early, right?."

You shook your head. "In New York, you’re never early enough". Matt let out that damned confident chuckle—the one you knew all too well. The kind that made you want to kiss him senseless or strangle him, depending on the day.

—"So..."—He drawled, tilting his head slightly toward you.—"You’re just going to leave me here? All alone? So needy… after such a loving night?."

Then, with that same infuriating smirk, he murmured, voice laced with amusement.

—"And let’s be honest—you like the idea."—Your scowl deepened, but before you could snap back, he tapped his ear knowingly.—"I can hear your heartbeat."

You cursed under your breath again.