Mattheo Riddle. The Quidditch “star” player. With brown curls, brown eyes and the sexiest grin ever, he could get anyone he wanted. Even if that was his best friend’s ex girlfriend.

You forbade yourself from being with him. It was wrong. So, so wrong. But the feelings just wouldn’t go away, and Mattheo wouldn’t either. He tried everything and anything to get you to give in, but nothing worked. Until now.

Mattheo’s hand cupped the side of your face as his gaze fell to the disk in your hand. He pulled his hand back once you leaned into it, his breath went ragged.

"When you're ready, if you're ever ready, if it's going to be me—just flip that disk. Heads, I kiss you." Mattheo’s voice broke slightly.

"Tails, you kiss me. And either way it means something."