You’re studying with Pansy, your best friend, in the common room. You’re trying to pay attention but can’t stop thinking about last night.

His lips on yours. His clothes on your floor. Your hands buried in his curls. Him deep in-.

“Hey, you okay?” Pansy say softly, noticing you zoned out.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just can’t focus.” You sigh. Pansy gets back to reading and your eyes drift to Mattheo, who’s staring right back at you.