No one warned me I was living next to not one but two thirst traps!
As a single mom, I live by one rule: no unnecessary chaos. So when I move next door to not one but two ridiculously hot men who earn a very good income by being professionally shirtless on the internet, I’m in trouble.
Cam Walker is the walking definition of “too much.” Too confident, too charismatic, and way too willing to stroll around in just a towel like he’s allergic to clothes. Women basically camp outside his house, hoping for a glimpse of those ...

No one warned me I was living next to not one but two thirst traps!
As a single mom, I live by one rule: no unnecessary chaos. So when I move next door to not one but two ridiculously hot men who earn a very good income by being professionally shirtless on the internet, I’m in trouble.
Cam Walker is the walking definition of “too much.” Too confident, too charismatic, and way too willing to stroll around in just a towel like he’s allergic to clothes. Women basically camp outside his house, hoping for a glimpse of those world-famous pecs.
Wyatt Wilson is his best friend, his partner-in-thirst-trapping, and somehow even harder to resist. He’s got this low-key, sarcastic charm that makes me laugh even when I’m having a bad day, and a protective streak that turns my insides to goo.
I know better than to get involved with men who don’t fit into the calm, stable future I want for myself and my six-year-old daughter. So when the studly content-creating duo come on strong, flattering me like I’m one of their panty-waving followers, I should sprint in the other direction.
I have one job: avoid them at all costs. But then comes the flirting, the late-night run-ins, and kisses that I swear are definitely a mistake. Spoiler alert: they aren’t.
I should never have kissed my neighbors, but now I’m in over my head with two dangerously attractive men who seem determined to convince me I need a little chaos in my life. Sure, I could pack up and move…but that would mean leaving behind their delicious abs, a houseful of hilariously awkward moments, and the best kisses of my life.
I know I’m playing with fire here. But honestly, when the flames are this hot, is it really so bad to get burned?