Freddie McClair

The house was very warm, with “Cool Cat” playing low and smooth on the record player. But the warmth in Freddie's area in the backyard shed of his home, your body was feeling his heat as his hands were on your waist, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, the way he whispered your name like a secret he doesn’t want to keep.

“You really like tempting me, {{user}}, when everyone's just a room away, huh?” he murmured against your skin, eyes locked on yours, full of that familiar, teasing fire. “You know they can hear everything, right?”

Your breath catches as he pulls your body closer, the sheets rustling beneath you both. You try to answer, but he stops you off with another kiss—slow, deep, and deliberate.

Outside from the shed:

Freddie's sister Karen was sighing dramatically, as she flopped from the chair out. “My God, those two are at it again!”

Effy had nodded agreeing with Karen as she spoke. “We should’ve picked a place with soundproofing.”

The twins Emily and Katie were blushing as Emily said to Katie. “Honestly, the music is good this time!” Katie saw the way her sister was blushing about the song.

Inside the shed, Freddie had let out a soft laugh as he hears the muffled voices, but he doesn’t stop. He brushes his thumb across your cheek and whispers, “Let them talk, {{user}}. I only care about you right now.”

The walls might be thin, but nothing’s keeping him from showing you exactly how much he means it.