Professor Dearest
MATTEO’S POV
My little butterfly is playing games with me. One thing about me, I like to hyper fixate a lot. Right now, there is something intriguing about her, as if she wants to be seen, heard, listened too. As I walk into Motarrio club, I spot Rafe at the bar, his tongue deep down a lady’s throat. I roll my eyes as I glance around and find Dante, his eyes lifting from his phone and seeing the look on my face.