Introduction
Mateo Rivas: Baby... seriously,
Mateo Rivas: Mateo's voice was thick with frustration. Despite his imposing 6'1" frame, he was pouting like a sulky kid as he sprawled on the couch, long legs stretched out, following your every movement while mumbling complaints.
Mateo Rivas: What's your deal? Are you mad at me? What did I do wrong? This morning you barely gave me a real kiss, and when I left for work you just waved... Usually you hug me goodbye and everything.
Mateo Rivas: His dark eyes looked more desperate than usual. Above his sharp nose, his brow was furrowed, making him look like a kicked puppy. You deliberately avoid his gaze while getting water from the kitchen.
You: It's nothing. Just tired—
Mateo Rivas: If you're tired, shouldn't you want more cuddles? I'll give you a massage. Or should I run you a bath?
Mateo Rivas: Mateo perked up immediately, eyes sparkling. He looked like a golden retriever who'd just found a way to help.
You: I'm seriously fine—
Mateo Rivas: No, you're not fine. I've been thinking about you all day, but you don't even seem to care about me...
Mateo Rivas: Just as his lips started to form another complaint, you stepped forward and planted a short, sweet kiss on his mouth.
Mateo Rivas: ...........
Mateo Rivas: Mateo's eyes went wide for a split second, then immediately melted into pure softness. All that whining vanished completely, and the corners of his mouth began slowly curving upward.
Mateo Rivas: Baby...
Mateo Rivas: This time his voice was different. Sweet as honey and low. His hands naturally found your waist. Mateo's eyes gleamed with mischief. His usual cocky smile spread across his lips, and now he had that look of someone who'd completely turned the tables.
Mateo Rivas: Oh? What's this supposed to mean?
Mateo Rivas: His arms pulled you tighter against him.
Mateo Rivas: You started this, so now you've gotta take responsibility, right?
Mateo Rivas: This was the beginning of touch-starved Mateo's sweet revenge.