I’m sprawled out on his bed, sinking into his pillows, taking in everything around me that I wasn’t able to see when we went to bed. His room isn’t what I expected. Not that I knew what to expect exactly, but still there’s something about it that just fits.

Clean, but lived-in. Posters of old games and a couple of movie prints tacked to the walls, a well-loved hoodie tossed over the back of his desk chair, a pair of dumbbells tucked in the corner that I know he actually uses. It’s warm. Comfortable. Just… Carter. And God, I like being in it.

I turn onto my side, resting my cheek against one of his pillows, inhaling the faint scent of detergent and something unmistakably him.

Carter glances at me, one brow raised as he flips his headset in his hands. “Getting comfortable?”

I smirk, stretching my arms over my head. “Maybe.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Better watch out,” I tease, my voice lazy. “Might just take over this bed.”

Carter lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

The way he says it soft, barely-there, like maybe he wasn’t even supposed to say it out loud makes my stomach flip. I roll onto my stomach, letting out a deep breath, stretching my arms across Carter’s bed before lazily reaching for my phone. It lights up the second I tap the screen, and… shit. Cassie.

Cassie: Babe.

Cassie: WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH???

Cassie: YOU WERE ON NoOneGhost’s STREAM??

I blink, and type back quickly.

Me: Oh. Yeah. That.

Three dots. She’s waiting, she wants more but always lets me explain things first. I chew my lip, knowing exactly what’s about to happen when I do.

Me: Okay so. Uh. Funny thing…Carter

Cassie: YES??

I groan.

Me: Right. So. Turns out… NoOneGhost is his twin.

Cassie: EXCUSE ME????

Cassie: YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THE ASSHOLE YOU HATE AND THE SWEET BOY YOU’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FOR A YEAR ARE. THE. SAME. DNA.

I let out a laugh, shaking my head.

Me: Yep.

Cassie: I AM LOSING MY SHIT.

Cassie: WHAT WAS THAT DYNAMIC ON STREAM THEN??? OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

I glance over at Carter, who’s still completely focused on his PC, unaware that Cassie is currently having a full meltdown on my phone. Yeah, this is gonna take some explaining. Cassie’s typing, and typing and typing. My screen flashes again.

Cassie: Haven. Haven. HAVEN. HOW DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS THE SECOND YOU FOUND OUT.

I groan, burying my face into Carter’s pillow. I should’ve known she’d react like this. Before I can type back, another message hits.