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꒰ 🍾 ꒱ — spin the bottle… bsf’s ex!mattheo !!
mattheo’s heart speeds up when the bottle lands on you, and he immediately feels a hot flush burning up his cheeks. it’s so fucking awkward – your best friend is sitting right there, her eyes flickering between the two of you with a furious glint, and they broke up just a month ago.
“uh, yeah, that’s… great.” he scratches the back of his neck, looking for some sort of reassurance on your face, but finding none – just a silent challenge in the slight arch of your eyebrow. fuck, you’re so hot like that… like always, to be honest.
he shuffles over to you, a moment of hesitation before he presses his lips to yours. it’s so much more fleeting than he’d like it to be, and he fights to death with himself when he feels your tongue teasingly trace his bottom lip right before pulling away.
your best friend huffs, rolling her eyes and reaching over to the bottle to spin it again, trying to speed up the tense moment. you mouth a silent ‘sorry’ to her, as if you didn’t want this either. mattheo… he’s simply embarrassed. and oh-so-fucking-turned on.
au game night.
