Chapter 3: Confessions, Consequences, and a Shadow in the Hall

I said, "It’s just a game. You don’t mind, right?"

Carter’s friends, hungry for chaos, hyped it up:

"Yeah! That’s what makes it fun!"

"Sending it to your boyfriend is boring!"

"Carter, what are you afraid of?"

Carter could only sulk as I added Dylan as a friend.

I sent the photo.

My hands were steady as I picked the images. I could practically feel Dylan watching me, patient and waiting.

Everyone stared at Dylan, dying to know how scandalous the photo was.

But Dylan just looked down, face totally unreadable.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t smirk. He just studied his phone, thumb hovering over the screen.

Someone got impatient: "Dylan, describe it!"

"A report card."

"...What?"

"A junior high report card. Only thirty percent in chemistry."

"That’s it?"

Total letdown.

Groans and boos went up. Someone tossed a pillow at Dylan, who just shrugged.

Only Carter looked relieved.

He let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. I caught his eye and flashed my sweetest smile.

But they didn’t know—I’d actually sent Dylan two photos. One was the report card. The other was a shot of me in a thin nightgown.

I wondered if Dylan would ever mention it. Somehow, I doubted it. He seemed like the type who kept secrets.

Night fell. Finally, the moment I’d been waiting for arrived.

The house got quiet, the air heavy with anticipation. I could hear the lake outside, the distant laughter from the other room.

Carter tried to talk me into sleeping in his room. I agreed.

He grinned, thinking he’d won. I played along, letting him lead me upstairs.

Once inside, I showered first. Really, I was hiding in the bathroom, watching Carter’s every move. He had no clue—before he even came in, I’d already set up a monitor.

I listened through the thin door as he fumbled with his phone, whispering into the camera. My pulse raced, but my mind was sharp. I was ready.

After Carter hid his phone, I calmly walked out of the bathroom.

I changed into silk pajamas, the slit on the side showing off my legs.

Carter froze, eyes wide, like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

I asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Didn’t expect you to have such a great figure..."

He tried to act cool, but his voice cracked. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

I slipped off my robe, showing the tight nightgown underneath.

"How about this? Isn’t it even better?"

I twirled, letting the silk catch the light. Carter’s face went bright red.

Carter stared for a while, suddenly flustered. He didn’t know where to look. He picked up the robe and draped it back over me.

"Don’t take it off yet."

His hands shook a little. I almost laughed.

"What are you afraid of? It’s just the two of us."

"Y-you put your clothes on first, stop asking so many questions."

I almost burst out laughing. "Babe, are you going to break up with me after tonight?"

I leaned in, my breath tickling his ear. He flinched, eyes darting to the cabinet where his phone was hidden.

"N-no way."

Carter glanced nervously at the cabinet. The phone was in there, camera pointed right at us.

He shifted, trying to block the lens with his body, sweat beading on his forehead. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

When he saw I wouldn’t listen, Carter tried to block the cabinet with his body.

Guys are so fickle. Before, he looked down on me, couldn’t wait to livestream for his friends. Now that he realized I had a great figure, he was scared of being seen.

He fiddled with his phone, pretending to check the time. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, waiting for the perfect moment.

Carter tried to end the livestream while I wasn’t looking, but my touch stopped him. My hand traced over his shirt. Just feeling his muscles made him blush.

He shivered, caught off guard by my boldness. I pressed closer, heart pounding.

I buried my face in his chest and said sweetly, "I drank too much tonight. I see double when I look at you."

I let my words slur a bit, playing the part of the tipsy girlfriend he wanted.

"...I’ll get you some Advil later."

He was holding back. That kind of restraint wasn’t like him—and it was humiliating, because his friends would see he was being played by the girl he looked down on.

He shifted from foot to foot, glancing nervously at the cabinet. I could see the gears turning in his head—how was he going to explain this to his friends?

"By the way—"

My voice wasn’t loud, but everyone could hear:

"I have an even better side. Want to see it? Dylan."

The words sliced through the air. I watched Carter’s face drain of color, his confidence shattering.

Carter’s face went pale.