The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers

Part 62 - The edge of battle

Mattheo's POV

"Your eyelashes are incredible, I'm so jealous."

Lyanna's voice carried that playful warmth I missed so desperately, her thumb tracing patterns on my cheek.

It felt so real I could almost feel her touch.

"Thanks, grew them myself."

I teased, earning one of those eye rolls that always made my heart skip.

"I don't know what's bigger, your head, or your ego."

Her comeback carried no heat, just affection.

I feigned shock before attacking her neck with kisses, drinking in her giggles as they vibrated against my lips.

Pinning her hands above her head, I settled between her legs, revelling in how perfectly we fit together.

"I'll tell you what's bigger."

The suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows made her laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always undid me.

"You're ridiculous."

She smiled, her eyes warm and darkening with desire that made my breath catch.

I found myself just staring, memorising every detail of her face, amazed that she was mine.

"What?"

She asked, catching my intensity.

"I think I like you."

The whispered truth carried more weight than I'd intended.

Her cheeks flushed that delicate pink I loved.

"Be careful, Riddle. Sounds like you might be falling in lo—"

I cut her off with a kiss, unable to resist those perfect lips.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, her warmth radiating through thin pyjamas.

Electric sparks shot down my spine as I deepened the kiss—

"Mattheo."

I jolted awake, anger surging at having such a perfect moment stolen by...

Lupin's concerned face swimming into focus.

"It's good to see you're sleeping." 

He smiled gently, settling on the coffee table's edge. 

"I know it's something you've always struggled with."

I scrubbed a hand down my face, forcing myself upright in the armchair.

The living room was empty save for us, though I could hear the Order and my friends discussing plans in the kitchen.