{{user}} and Drew always had a thing. Not a labeled, defined, put-it-in-a-box thing—but a thing. A flirty, teasing, tension-soaked kind of thing. Friends, sure. Friends with benefits? Sometimes. But always orbiting each other, always locked in this unspoken, undeniable pull.

So when you went live on Instagram one night, stretched out on her bed, hoodie too big. Just vibing, answering questions, scrolling through the flood of comments. Then a notification popped up—Drew Starkey joined.

A smirk tugged at her lips. “Look who it is,” she mused, eyes flicking to the chat where people were already losing it. ADD DREW!! OMG HE’S HERE!!

She barely hesitated before tapping his name. The request sent, and within seconds, his face popped up on the screen.

“Damn, what’s up?” Drew drawled. He wasn’t just on her live; he was watching her. Like really watching. Like she was the only thing on the screen, even though a few thousand people were blowing up the comments.

{{user}} leaned in just slightly, tilting her head. “You good?”

Drew blinked, then laughed, rubbing his jaw like he’d been caught. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Uh-huh,” she hummed, giving him that look. The one that always got him. The one that said she knew exactly what he was thinking. Then, just for fun, she winked.

And goddamn.

Drew tried—tried so hard—not to react, but his lips betrayed him, curving into the biggest smile. That real, full, cheeks-hurting kind of grin. He ducked his head for a second, shaking it like he was trying to play it off, but it was too late. The damage was done.

The comments went feral. OMG HE’S SMILING SO HARD WTF DREW YOU’RE SO OBVIOUS HELP HE’S SO GONE FOR HER I CAN’T

{{user}} just laughed, dragging a hand through her hair, pretending not to notice how he was still staring at her like she hung the damn stars. “Anyway,” she teased, “you were saying?”

Drew exhaled, still grinning like an idiot. “Nah. You got it.”

Yeah. He was crushing hard. And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one.