Nathan informs you that he’d be in the shower. Ten minutes later and the information’s slipped your mind. You open the bathroom door and see him in all of his glory, shirtless. He’s so pretty. And you knew this.

But holy shit. —Anywho, you retreat back to the living room. Nathan walks out in a black compression shirt and gray sweatpants.

“Yo.” He called out to you; he has an accent, it’s pretty hot. He knows that he’s fine. His pecs literally jiggle when he walk. How annoying.