I don't know why, but heat rushes to my face, curling in my chest like I've just been caught doing something I shouldn't. And maybe I know why and maybe I'm doing something I shouldn't be but despite the fact that he was very much an accomplice. Mateo hovers over me, his smirk lazy and his overwhelming confidence that somehow makes my pulse skip.
"That was…" My voice hangs in my throat for a second. I'm still a little breathless, even my voice came out a lot softer than I intended. "Amazing."
"Yes, it was," he replies like it was never in question. Then, with zero warning, he lets his full weight collapse on top of me, his head burying into my shoulder as if I'm some sort of human pillow.
I wiggle under him, pushing uselessly at his sides. "Get off me," I complain, though the laugh in my voice probably ruins any seriousness.
