The house was still—quiet in that rare, golden way that made your skin buzz with opportunity. Everyone was supposed to be gone for hours. No interruptions. No witnesses. So, with your heart pounding, you slipped Cameron through the back door and into your room, lips already on each other before the door even clicked shut.

Clothes were a blur. Hands explored with urgency. The sheets were tangled, breathless moans muffled against skin as the two of you moved together in a heat that felt just a little too reckless. You barely noticed the music playing softly from your phone, drowned out by whispered gasps and the creak of the bedframe. The world narrowed down to fingers, mouths, and the way Cameron knew exactly how to pull that desperate sound from your throat.

What you didn’t know was that Elias and James had just gotten home.

James, always nosy and never knocking, grinned as he strolled down the hallway. “Bet they’re just being weird again—watch this.”

Then the door burst open.

You froze mid-movement, limbs still tangled with Cameron's, blanket barely covering anything. James stood in the doorway, his smirk dying instantly.

“What the hell—oh shit!” he blurted, eyes wide.

You gasped, scrambling to cover yourself as Cameron cursed under his breath and dove under the sheets. Your heart stopped.

“James, get OUT!” you shrieked, but he didn’t move, blinking like his brain had short-circuited.

“Damn… I mean… damn.”

“OUT!”

James finally backed out, half-stunned, half-smirking. “Didn’t see a thing. Except, you know—everything.”

You groaned, hiding your face in Cameron’s chest as he whispered, “So… still feeling the mood or…?”

You answered by throwing another pillow at the door.