Mattheo knew you better than anyone—that much was clear. He was your sorcerer boyfriend. It wasn’t hard for him to know when you wanted something from him.

You’d do non-verbal motions that only he understood, or tactically use your ‘puppy eyes’ knowing he couldn’t say no to you once they were in effect. So of course…you took advantage of him. You managed to coax him into doing the ‘push up trend’—one where we would call out your name after every push up.

Mattheo rose his shirt over his head and discarded it on the ground beside him, getting into push up position. “{{user}}, {{user}}…” He grunted your name, his grunts and whimpers filling the room, never failing to call out your name after every push up.