Mattheo riddle imagines

Temptation 3

(Song: I don't wanna live forever)

(andrea's pov)

I don't like being made a spectacle in front of the entire class, and that's exactly what Mattheo just did. Attention doesn't bother me, as long as it's not negative.

What he just made happen felt negative. Almost mocking. Shoving me to the side, so we could share his desk chair, even for those brief few minutes, had been annoyingly...

Pleasant.

He's solid. Hard muscle and hot skin. Broad shouldered with a wide chest and strong arms. Being so close to him, his arm slung behind me and across the back of the chair, I felt as if I was in a Mattheo Riddle cocoon. And I liked it. I liked having him close. My heart started to race with having him so near.

It's still racing.

I settle into my seat, dropping my notebook on top of my desk, keeping my attention on Professor Sprout, who's wrapping up attendance.

The hairs on the back of my neck slowly rise, and it takes everything inside of me not to turn around and see who's staring.

I already know, I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and brooding. As subtly as I can, I glance over my shoulder, catching his eyes on me and no one else, and then her does the strangest thing.

He smiles.

It's small and quick, and if I told anyone else it happened, no one would believe me, but oh my god . Mattheo just smiled at me, and my stomach feels like a million butterflies just took flight, their fluttering wrings making me tingle everywhere.

All from a brief smile.

What in the world is wrong with me?

"Alright, Pair up with your partners. We are all set there, right?" Sprout settles her gaze on me, her thin brows shooting up. I barely nod, embarrassed at being called out again. "Okay. Get to work."

I leave my desk and make my way back to Mattheo, who is sprawled in his seat rather insolently, his expression of pure boredom, his body language telling me he'd rather be anywhere but here.

I step over his feet and plop myself into the empty desk next to Mattheo, which was just abandoned by Blaise. "Did you prepare anything for today?" I ask, knowing what his answer will be.

"No." He lifts his heavy-lidded gaze to mine. "Did you?"

Nodding. I flip open my notebook to the list of questions I jotted down earlier this morning, when I realized I had no choice, that whether I liked it or not. Mattheo would remain my herbology partner. 

"I came up with a few questions."

"For me?" He sits up straighter, rubbing his hands together. "Let me hear them."

I send him a strange look, surprised by his behaviour. I don't understand this boy, I know I wouldn't be eager to hear any questions her might have for me.

"They're simples questions-" I start, but he shakes his head, cutting me off.

"Nothing is simple when it comes to you, love. I get the feeling you're going to try and figure me out."

He's so right, not that I think I have a chance on doing so, not with the limited time we have to work on this project.

Figuring out Mattheo Riddle and what motivated him, for school, will probably take months. Maybe even years.

"That's what we're supposed to do." I stress, leaning across the desk. His gaze drops, lingering on my chest, and I realize a second too late, my breasts are basically resting on top of the desk.