You and Matty shouldn’t be here. Both of you are tangled up in other people’s lives, but the second your lips met, it was like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. The tension that’s been building for weeks exploded in a quiet room, the low hum of the city outside muffled behind closed doors. You’re pressed against the wall, heart hammering, and for a moment it feels impossible to breathe without thinking of him.

Matty’s hand lingers on your hip, thumb brushing in a way that makes your knees weak. You try to pull away, guilt clawing at you, but his gaze is magnetic, eyes dark and intense. Neither of you speaks for a long stretch, letting the silence hang between stolen breaths, every touch screaming the truth you both know you shouldn’t admit.

Finally, he leans back just slightly, smirking, hair falling into his eyes, and mutters: “Don’t tell anyone, yeah… but I can’t help it with you.”