"matt, you cant—someone's gonna—" you swat at matt's hand as it slides up over your thigh, fingers dancing over the warm flesh. a cheeky grin plays on his lips, all intentions in his head far from innocent.

"can't what? m'not doing anything." he presses his fingers into your thighs, glancing around to check whether anyone was nearby, any prying eyes.

matt looks back at you, attempting to look innocent as his fingers make gentle passes over your inner thigh. "c'mon, babe,"