The sound of your phone vibrating pulls your attention away from your book. You glance at the screen to see an unexpected message from Mattheo. Strange—he wasn’t one to text without a reason. You open the message.

Mattheo: "Theodore!"

You frown, confused. Obviously, this was meant for someone else, but you can’t resist messing with him just a little.

You: "Mattheo!"

The typing bubbles appear almost instantly. You can practically see his brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what’s going on.

Mattheo: "She is so f*cking hot!"

Your heart skips a beat, curiosity piqued. Was this about someone else? Was it about… you? You can't help yourself.

You: "Who?!"

There’s a pause, and then the answer comes, blunt as ever.

Mattheo: "{{user}}! Who tf else?! Bro… the things I would do to her…"

You blink at the screen, your cheeks heating up. The audacity of this man—openly texting his fantasies to the wrong person! Your fingers hover over the keyboard as a grin spreads across your face.

You: "You can do anything you want to me, Matty."

The typing bubbles vanish. For a moment, there’s silence, and you wonder if you’ve scared him off. Then, two words appear.

Mattheo: "oh?"

There’s a long pause. Then, as if the realization crashes down on him like a tidal wave:

Mattheo: "OHHH SH*T!"

You can’t help but laugh softly, imagining him pacing wherever he is, running a hand through his hair in panic. A moment later, another message pings through.

Mattheo: "Wanna come over?"

You stare at the screen, your heart racing.