FRIENDS ONLY
Mathilda’s POV
When I get home, I am surprised to see Drake at my doorstep, his hands tapping impatiently against the wood.
“Oh shoot,” I mutter to myself. “Seems I forgot my phone inside again”
Before I can reach for my keys, his voice cut through the air like a sharp whistle.
“b***h! Where have you been since morning? I’ve been knocking for over an hour!”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Prince Drake, I’m sorry I had to take a coffee break an hour ago, your royal highness,” I jab back, feeling a small thrill at the familiarity of our banter.
For someone who claims to be sick, he looks far too healthy. His posture was upright, his eyes clear and alert, his skin glowing,
“I need your listening ears. I need to vent about something, so open the door already,” Drake says, step
