Delicate - Mattheo Riddle

mattheo motherfucking riddle

the walk to the common room from my dorm felt like an eternity.

an eternity filled with my intruding thoughts.

why the hell was I listening to him?

what am I doing?

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7 steps and I was in the common room. gazing at
mattheo as he smoked on the couches.

"you're late." his voice was low.

"by 2 minutes."

"still late."

I scoffed. "why am I here?"

"that's a good question. your the one who showed up."

"but why did you want me too come?"

mattheo smiles at the last word.

"I think it's clear estelle."

"I'm not having sex with you."

he stood up, smiling and finally facing me.

"never said anything of the such princess."

"you were implying it."

"I would never." he chuckled.

my eyes rolled.

"just.. wanted to fix things between us."

"still going to be fucking that bredmink?"

"never. I never did that." his face and voice was cold. he stepped closer to me

"yeah right. I've seen her wearing your clothes."

another step closer.

"doesn't mean anything."

this time I took a step closer.

"don't lie to me. liked her fucking cunt? did you?"

he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.

"listen to me berkshire." he pressed his teeth together. "no one. I mean no one. has ever made me feel as amazing as I do when I'm with you. your hair, your lips, your body. your laugh, your smile, your fucking pussy. everything is perfect and everything is mine. in every shape and form." his grip tightened.

"I don't care if you get break outs, I don't care if you're sweaty and have messy hair. I don't fucking care if you somehow think poorly of yourself. you're a fucking goddess. never forget it." he shoved my chin away.

I bit my cheek.

he wasn't lieing. there was no doubt.

"then why. why didn't you believe in me." he knew what I was saying.

he looked away for a second. then met my eyes again.

"I was being a stupid, jealous, idiot. I was more mad at the guy who I thought did it to you then I was at you. I thought you cheated. and I'm sorry for not listening."

"sorry isn't enough." I choked out.

"then what is!" he practically begged

I didn't answer. just turned away from him.

"don't make me beg elle." he grabbed my hand. our fingers lacing together.

my eyes closed and that feeling was there again.