The morning light filters into your room as Mattheo stands in the doorway, looking casual and relaxed after a night out with Draco. Meanwhile, you’re trying to piece together the blurry memories of the previous evening, your mind still hazy from too many Firewhiskeys.

"Hey, did we hang out last night?" you ask.

Mattheo chuckles, shaking his head. "No, I was with Draco all night. I haven't even been back to my dorm yet." You can’t shake the feeling that something important is escaping you.

You’re completely puzzled. Why was Mattheo stuck in your thoughts last night? You wish you could remember, but the memory is just out of reach. As he pulls out his phone, it starts to die. "Hey, can I borrow your charger?"

"Yeah, sure," you say, handing it to him. He plugs in his phone and waits for it to charge enough to power back on.

Moments later, his phone buzzes to life, and he opens messages. "Hey, {{user}}, I got a message from you."

Your heart drops into your stomach, the color draining from your face as it all comes rushing back—the text you sent him last night…

"Mattheo, give me the phone!" you blurt out, panic clear in your voice as you lunge toward him. "What?" he asks, utterly confused.

"Give me your phone!" you insist, jumping on his back, desperately trying to wrestle it away from him before he sees the message.

But it’s too late. His eyes scan the screen, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. "You're over me?"

You freeze, the full weight of what you’ve done crashing down on you. "Oh gods…" you mutter, unable to meet his gaze.

"You're over me?" he asks again, the hurt and confusion evident in his voice. You can see him trying to piece everything together, his mind racing.

You remain silent, your throat tight as you struggle to find the right words, but nothing comes.

"When… when were you under me?" he finally asks, his tone softer now, as if he’s trying to understand how he could have missed something so important.