indirect kiss.. || M.R. · Y/n story by @kxtherine

The Gryffindor boys' dormitory was warm, the late afternoon sun casting golden streaks across the worn stone floor.

Mattheo Riddle

sprawled across his four-poster bed, chin propped on his hand You takin' forever on purpose, Star?

You were stood in front of the mirror leaned against his wardrobe, twisting the wand of your new lipgloss out of the tube. It was a soft, shimmery pink. Smelled like strawberries.

Mattheo Riddle

watching you through half-lidded eyes M'not complainin'. S'nice view.

You smoothed the gloss over your lips, pressed them together, and turned to face him.