angelcycs:
sophia didn’t have the best of luck when it came to this whole thing, sure it was fine only thinking the boy was attractive she couldn’t deny it, but as soon as feelings started to develop she knew she was in for some trouble. it started with only a school girl crush, how could she not have one after all, but now how she felt for him was deeper than that.
she felt guilty almost having to hide how she felt from her brother, someone she held so close to her heart, however the last thing she wanted was to cause him grief. so sophia tried not to deal with that thought, ignore it until it went away.
getting a night snack wasn’t something new for her, he usually went to the kitchen when everyone was sleeping so she could get herself whatever she wanted without any eyes on her. this time however she had to stop on her tracks as she saw the other at the fridge an eyebrow arching as a small smile made its way to her features “warning? do you want me to announce myself when i enter rooms in my house? or would you prefer me to wear one of those collars with a little bell on them?” she said playfully, and pretended to to jiggle the imaginary bell around her neck.
he quickly turns away from looking at her --- not trusting himself for more than three second glances and little intervals. ( he knows if he did, he likely wouldn’t ever stop looking at her. in a way, matty wonders when his... attraction and crush developed into something more. something tangible that follows him around all the time. ) it likely means he probably needs to take a step back. spend a little less time at their house, around her; where he can smell her perfume coming from a mile away, where she can’t sneak up on him like this.
but if the alternative is less time around sophia, well. that’s not a deal matty’s all too sure he’s willing to make.
“...kinky.” matty drawled, brow raised slightly. “no idea you had it in you, soph.” he was clearly teasing, the lilt to his voice giving him away --- but still. he couldn’t help but poke at her; couldn’t help but rile her up. she looked cute when it happened; brows kinda furrowed, blush high in her cheeks. a moment later, he shoved that thought right down --- thinking of her as cute was a lesson in torture. “it’s late, though. what are you doing up?”
