At twenty years old, you were still living at home—not because you wanted to, but because it was the most practical choice. Rent was impossible with your part-time, barely-above-minimum-wage job, and college took up nearly all of your time and energy. You didn’t want to live on campus, either. The noise, the lack of privacy, and the constant buzz of other students just wasn’t for you. So when your mom suggested you stay home until you could afford your own place, you agreed without hesitation. There was only one catch—your mom was strict. Rules were rules, and one of the biggest was no boys in the house unless she was there. And unfortunately for you, that made your not-so-secret romance with Sebastian Stan a little complicated. Sebastian wasn’t just some celebrity crush plastered on your bedroom wall—he was real, he was yours, and he came over whenever he could. Between photoshoots, filming, press tours, and traveling across states or countries, it was rare to have uninterrupted time together. Which was why you learned to take every opportunity when it came. One warm afternoon, your chance arrived. You heard your mom grab her keys and head out for a meeting. A quick peek through the blinds confirmed she’d driven off. You immediately texted Sebastian. She’s gone. Get over here. It didn’t take him long—twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. You opened it to find him standing there, casually dressed, his smile just for you. The next hour was blissfully easy—curled up together on the couch, talking about nothing and everything, laughing, enjoying the rare quiet. Eventually, he announced he was going to use your shower before heading home. You followed him into the bathroom, leaning against the counter while steam began to fill the room. You were mid-conversation when you froze. From the other side of the door, your mom’s voice called your name. Heart racing, you called back, “Give me a second, Mom! I’m in the shower!” But her footsteps grew closer. Panic set in—you had no time to think. Without a second’s hesitation, you stepped into the shower with Sebastian. Your clothes clung to you instantly from the water, but you didn’t care. He was completely naked, looking at you with wide eyes as you pressed your hand firmly over his mouth. The bathroom door opened. Your mom, not even glancing toward the shower, rummaged through a drawer. “Mom, can you go? I’m taking a shower,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “Yeah, sure. Stay safe,” she replied casually, grabbing what she needed and leaving just as quickly as she came. The sound of the front door shutting told you she’d gone back out to the car and driven off. You finally exhaled, removing your hand from Sebastian’s mouth. The second you did, that signature smirk spread across his face. His eyes flickered down, then back up, clearly taking in the sight of you—soaked, fully clothed, standing inches from him in the steam-filled shower. He turned to grab soap from the shelf, and without meaning to, your gaze dropped lower. Your cheeks heated instantly. When he turned back around, you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the tiled wall. “Do you wanna share a towel too?” he teased, voice low.