Your phone buzzed in your hand. Mattheo. ‘You’re doing it again.’ You stared at the screen. Then another message appeared before you could answer. ‘Don’t stalk girls I barely tolerate. It’s embarrassing for both of us.’ Your throat went dry. Because he knew. Of course he knew. Heat crawled slowly up your spine as you typed back before pride could stop you. ‘You’re unbelievably arrogant.’