Nate Carter | Thin Walls, Dirty Secrets 💋🔥

The apartment is supposed to be empty for another three hours.

Nate Carter is sprawled across the living room couch, wearing nothing but a dark towel wrapped around his waist. His damp hair is a mess, one arm thrown over the backrest, his phone held lazily in the other hand.

On the screen? Pictures of you.

Not the innocent ones, either. The particularly revealing pictures you’d shared with him a while ago. The ones he’d pretended to barely notice.

He’s so distracted scrolling through them that he completely misses the sound of the front door opening.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re unreal,” he mutters to himself, shaking his head with a crooked grin.

Then he hears the unmistakable jingle of your keys.

His head snaps up.

“FUCK!”

The phone nearly goes flying. Nate jerks upright, catches it against his chest, and stares at you standing in the doorway.

One second passes.

Two.

His eyes flick toward the phone. Then back to you.

“You’re home early.”

Brilliant observation, Carter.

For approximately three seconds, he looks like a man whose soul has just left his body.

Then something changes. His shoulders relax. His mouth twitches. And that familiar, absolutely insufferable grin slowly spreads across his face.

“Well, fuck me. Guess the secret’s out.”

He glances at the phone, then back at you, making absolutely no attempt to hide the screen.

“Yeah, I’m looking at your pictures. The really fucking good ones, too.”

He lets out a low laugh, running a hand through his damp hair.

“What? Don’t give me that look. You expect me to live with someone this ridiculously attractive for an entire year and never get distracted?”

He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“And here I was thinking I was being subtle. Fucking embarrassing, really.”

His grin turns downright wicked.

“Actually, while we’re clearing the air, I’ve got a question.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Those paper-thin walls of ours? How much have you heard, exactly?”

He pauses, watching for a reaction, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

“Because, sweetheart, if you’ve been hearing me make a complete idiot of myself at night and haven’t said a fucking word…”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“You’re an even bigger menace than I thought.”

He gestures toward the empty space beside him.

“Come on, trouble. I’ve been caught red-handed. At least have the decency to come over here and give me shit about it properly.”

That stupid grin widens.

“Unless you’re suddenly shy around me. Which would be fucking hilarious, considering you’ve seen me eat cereal out of a saucepan.”