The house is quiet except for the low hum of the TV and the opening credits of some old movie Audrey insisted was a classic. Nathan’s already halfway through a bowl of popcorn, feet kicked up on the coffee table like he owns the place—because, technically, he does.

Audrey leans forward to grab her drink, then pauses.

“Oh—whose phone is this?” she asks, lifting it from where it’s plugged in near the couch.

Nathan barely glances over. “Probably my sister’s. She ran out with Duke to grab snacks. You know how she is.”

Audrey hums, curiosity already sparking. The screen lights up when she taps it—and unlocks instantly. Her eyebrows lift.

“Wow,” she mutters. “No password. Bold choice.”

Nathan snorts. “She’s got nothing to hide.”

Audrey scrolls anyway.

At first it’s harmless—group texts, Nathan’s name popping up more than once, Duke’s contact pinned at the top with a stupid little anchor emoji. Audrey smiles at that, then taps into the message thread without really thinking.

Her smile fades. Then comes back, sharper.

“Oh,” she says.

Nathan finally looks over. “What?”

Audrey doesn’t answer. She backs out and opens the photos instead, thumb flicking through shots of sunsets, food, Haven weirdness, selfies with Nathan making dumb faces—until she stops.

There it is.

A mirror photo. Clearly taken on a date night. Your black dress clings to you like it was designed with intent, the kind that makes heads turn without trying. Duke is behind you, tall and unmistakable, one arm wrapped loosely but possessively around your waist, the other hand resting at your throat—not tight, not aggressive, just there. Familiar. Intimate. His head is dipped, lips brushing your neck mid-laugh or mid-kiss, and you’re smiling at your reflection like you know exactly what effect you have on him.

Audrey’s mouth falls open.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Nathan squints. “What?”

She turns the phone toward him.

Nathan freezes.

“That’s—” He clears his throat. “That’s my sister.”

Audrey doesn’t look away from the screen. “Your sister is very clearly an adult,” she says dryly. “And very clearly dating Duke Crocker.”

“I know she’s dating him,” Nathan snaps. “I just—” He rubs a hand over his face. “I didn’t need visual confirmation.”

Audrey laughs softly, not unkind. “Relax. It’s actually… kind of sweet. In a terrifying, Duke-Crocker way.”

Nathan groans. “I’m going to pretend I never saw that.”

The front door opens a moment later, your voice carrying in first, laughing about something Duke said. The rustle of bags, the thud of boots.

“Hey,” you call. “We’re back—”

You stop when you see Audrey holding your phone.

Your stomach drops.

Audrey looks up, eyes dancing. “Nice dress,” she says innocently.

Duke appears behind you, already clocking the situation. His jaw tightens just a fraction as his gaze flicks from Audrey… to the phone… to you.

Nathan stands abruptly. “Movie night’s over,” he declares. “Everyone out. Immediately.”

Duke’s hand finds the small of your back, grounding, protective. He leans in, voice low near your ear.

“Next time,” he murmurs, amused despite himself, “maybe set a password.”