My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together.
Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body.
"Don't do that."
I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groa...
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Mattheo fell asleep quickly, I stayed up and just watched him sleep— not in a creepy way, I just couldn't get to sleep.
I love naps but I couldn't stop thinking of the amazing day we had.
I also thought of things I shouldn't have, things that would ruin my day if I let them.
Not only does Tiffany want me dead but so does Mattheo's father— the dark fucking lord.
The more I think about it the more I stress about it; I know Mattheo will do everything in his power to save me but that's what I'm afraid of.
Mattheo groaned and turned to his side to face me.
"Why are you up?" He asked in a raspy voice.
"No reason" I responded, I know he's already probably stressing about the whole situation and I don't want stress him out even more.
"You look...." he paused and inhaled.
"I look what?" I asked.
"concerned?" He blinked trying to wake himself up.
"I'm not concerned." I smiled.
"Okay." Mattheo sighed.
He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, "I'm hungry." He mumbled.
"Me too." I whispered back.
"What time is it?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"We missed dinner." I sighed.
Mattheo let out an annoyed sigh.
We stayed in bed for a little bit longer, we both lifted our heads off our pillows as we heard music playing down in the common room, and when I say playing I mean blasting.
"A party?" Mattheo scoffs. "And we weren't invited?" He acts super pissed off.
"What's stopping us from going down there?" I asked.
"Or..." Mattheo turned to face me with a huge smirk.
"Or..." I replied in the same suggestive tone he had.
"When's your roommate going to be back?" He asked, running his hand down my waist and gripping my hip.
"I don't know, I haven't seen her in a few days."
"Lucky. Ian's an ass who never leaves our dorm." Mattheo started venting about his roommate.
I faked an annoyed sigh, "are we going to talk about your roommate or—"
Before I could finish my sentence Mattheo grabbed my thigh and pulled it over him so I straddled his waist. I put my hands on his shoulders to keep myself up as his hands gripped my hips roughly. I could tell he was already getting hard beneath me.
