Sneaking around was easy.

They’ve been at it for two years, and at this point, it was like second nature—timing it just right, making sure no one got the way your eyes found his across the pitch, the way Mattheo lagged behind after training so you could “accidentally” be waiting outside.

It was late, floodlights flickering overhead, casting long shadows on the grass. The rest of the team cleared out, but Mattheo was still here, jersey damp with sweat, knuckles bruised from an earlier scrap he haven’t told you about yet. You were waiting by the fence, hair tucked into the hood of his puffer.

Mattheo was just yoir scary dog privilege, skulking through the dark like some criminal.

He didn’t even think. Just grabbed you, pressed you against the fence, mouth ghosting over yours. Your hands slid under his jersey, palms warm against his stomach. Mattheo exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut.

“You stink,” You murmured, but didn’t pull away.

“You love it,” Mattheo retorted.

You did. Mattheo knee because you were smiling against his lips, fingers gripping his sides like you were trying to anchor yourself. Mattheo’s hand slipped under your hoodie, tracing the dip of your spine, and he was about to kiss you properly—really kiss you—when—

“What. The. Fuck.”

Your whole body jerked. His head snapped up. His stomach fucking dropped.

Shit.

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking.” He was storming toward Mattheo. “How long?”

“Aurora. How fucking long?” Theodore seethed.

“Two years,”

Theodore froze. “Two years? And you didn’t think to tell me my teammate was sticking his hands up your skirt?”

Theodore’s problem wasn’t just that Mattheo was dating his sister. It was who he was. Who his father was. The same bastard who bled his family dry. Theo’s fists clenched, and for a second, Mattheo thought he was going to swing.

Mattheo almost wanted him to.

Instead, he exhaled sharply, turning to you. “We’re leaving.”

You didn’t move an inch.

“Now,” Theodore snapped.

The asshole could hit Mattheo all he wanted but over his dead fucking body was that blonde prick talking to you like that.

“She can make her own fucking decisions, Nott.”