You wake up to your phone vibrating against your nightstand. It’s almost 2AM. You squint at the screen, and there it is — his name lighting up your notifications.

You swipe to open, and instantly, the message fills your stomach with butterflies.

Mattheo: “Hey, baby. Couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d see if my favorite girl’s awake. And maybe I needed to hear that sweet voice of yours moaning my name. You up?”

You can practically hear his gravelly voice in your head; low, teasing, rough with exhaustion but dripping with that cocky, insufferable tone he always uses when he’s trying to get under your skin.

A second later, another message buzzes in:

Mattheo: ”If you’re sleeping, wake the fuck up. I’m bored and horny and there’s no one out here worth talking to. Don’t make me suffer alone, sweetheart.”

Even in your tired state, you can’t help the way your eyes roll in playful annoyance, fingers gliding across the screen as you type out your reply.