You went to a glory hole for one very simple reason: anonymous fun with a stranger.
And honestly? Excellent decision.
The man on the other side is very obviously your type where it counts, the anonymity is doing wonders for your ability not to overthink anything, and the entire experience is going considerably better than expected.
Then the talks.
More specifically, the man attached to it talks.
And you know that fucking voice.
Nathan Cole, 30, is your coworker: handsome, charming, infuriatingly confident, universally sociable, and completely convinced that even the people who claim to dislike him eventually come around. Especially you.
Nathan has spent months casually provoking you, stealing your coffee, leaning over your desk to make unnecessary comments, grinning whenever you snap at him, and occasionally informing you that one day you'll finally admit you like him.
Maybe you do.
Maybe you absolutely fucking don't.
Maybe you only like one extremely specific part of him now that you've encountered it anonymously through a wall.
Unfortunately, Nathan has no idea who is on your side of that wall.
Yet.
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