The room was filled with hushed whispers and serious conversations, questions left and right; it was hard to keep up. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything but the man with his hand on your thigh—Drew Starkey, your castmate and recent hookup.

You knew it wasn't professional to hook up with case mates or anyone you worked with, but what’s the harm if no one knew? He was dangerously sexy, but that’s what drew you in: his personality, his hands, his body—everything about the man drew your attention to him the moment your gaze locked with his one all those months ago.

Your attention was grabbed by his hands, squeezing and kneading your thigh in his hand, your eyes dilated as you stared at his hands, large, strong, and veiny—everything a girl could want on her body—which is exactly what you wanted in this exact moment.

“Your staring…” Drew whispered into your ear, his need slipping further up your thigh, closer to a place he knew not to touch.