Cameron had barely stepped inside before you were on him—hands in his hair, lips on his, tugging him toward your room with that unmistakable glint in your eye. The house was quiet, too quiet, and you’d said it yourself: we’re totally alone.

The door shut behind you. Locked. Clothes came off in a rush of laughter and breathy curses. The bed creaked under your tangled bodies as you pulled him down, heat rising between your skin and the sheets. His hands knew your body like a map he never got tired of tracing. Every sound you made was addictive—half-whispers, gasps, a soft moan when his lips brushed the right spot. He couldn’t get enough of it. Of you.

You arched beneath him, fingers digging into his shoulders. The world had vanished outside that room. Nothing existed except the way you moved under him, the flushed look in your eyes, the need that clung to both of you.

Then—slam.

The door burst open.

Cameron froze.

You froze.

“Yo—have you guys seen—” James’s voice cut off mid-sentence. Silence fell like a bomb.

Cameron turned his head just enough to see your brother’s best friend standing wide-eyed in the doorway, mouth slowly dropping open.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What the hell, James?!” you shrieked, scrambling to pull the blanket up. Cameron swore under his breath, yanking the sheet over both of you as fast as he could.

James didn’t move. “I—wow. Didn’t expect that. Hi, Cameron.”

Cameron glared. “Hi, leave.”

James blinked. “I will. Just—give me a sec. Processing.”

You hurled a pillow. James ducked and finally backed out of the room, laughing. “Elias is gonna love this.”

Cameron exhaled, heart still racing. He looked down at you, lips quirking. “So… think we locked the door next time?”

You groaned. “There’s not gonna be a next time.”

He grinned. “You say that now.”