Season five is a wrap.

You met Drew Starkey six years ago on the set of OBX. Even though you play enemies on screen, you two immediately clicked. And now you’re best friends. That’s what you’ve been telling each other from the start. Everything is completely platonic. Even your cast mates didn’t believe you. There was always something more going on between you and Drew but neither of you brought it up.

For the start of the final season, there’s been a red carpet event and a premiere in New York City this week.

The champagne colored, backless, slip dress you’re wearing molds against your curves as you step onto the red carpet inside of the building. Next to Madelyn and Madison, you hold still and pose for pictures before making your way over to interviewers. Everyone was amazed by your look.

But actually, you picked and wore this dress for one specific person.

Drew’s mind has been elsewhere all night. He knows you’re gorgeous but the dress you’re wearing tonight has had his mouth dry the entire time.”

“You look like you’re ready to punch something.” Drew looks away to find Chase next to him, holding a glass of champagne. They’ve been waiting for you girls behind the cardboard frames of the red carpet so you could continue to the after party and Drew’s been glaring at the man you’ve been talking to for the last ten minutes.

“Or someone”, Chase smirks.

Drew rubs his nose before shrugging, not looking at him. “I’m not.” “You two have been eye-fucking each other all night, you seriously think we won’t notice?” Chase raises an eyebrow.

“Take your chance”, Chase then says. “Before it’s too late. You’re surely not the only one ogling her tonight.”

After you’re done, Madelyn and you join the others.

You look up at your best friend. Not a single night has been this quiet between you two but your eyes speak for themselves. Nothing about tonight is platonic at all.

“We should head downtown to a bar”, Chase suggests while texting his driver, JD next to him. “Oh I’m in”, Carlacia adds and Madison nods too.

“My feet are dead.” You point at your feet. Nothing can be seen from the outside except the black stilettos you’re wearing. But inside, your toes are aching. “I’ll just head back to the hotel.”

“I’ll go with you, I have a flight at 7 am tomorrow”, Drew says not pulling his eyes away from you. “Sure you do.” JD shoots a side eye at Carlacia.

“We’ll text you”, Drew ignores them and his hand finds your lower back, guiding you away slowly. Your skin tingles and you look at Madelyn who just salutes you with her glass of wine.

So you two take the SUV Drew had booked earlier today and drive back to the hotel. “Tired?” Drew holds up the key card against the scanner in the elevator and the doors close, breaking the quiet tension between you. “Yeah. The day was amazing but tiring.”

Silence. “You’re already leaving at tomorrow morning?”Now Drew’s the one who looks down at you. “Yeah, I have a campaign shoot at 9 am.” Your lips part to reply but the elevator door opens and a group of people step inside. You squeeze against Drew, his hand finds your waist, your back pressed against his front, your backside—

Drew hisses and his head falls against the elevator wall, lips pressed together to hold back a groan. As if the night wasn’t hard enough already. You glance up worriedly when you hear his stifled groan. “Did I hurt you?” “Fuck no”, he blurts out and his breath fans your neck. “Just don’t move.”

“What?”

“Don’t fucking move, {{user}}. You’re killing me here”, he whispers. When the elevator finally stops at your floor, you step out. “Who did you buy this dress for?” Drew narrows his eyes. “The guy at the premiere? Do you enjoy playing with me?” Completely taken aback you scoff. “What?”

“You know what I mean. {{user}}, the things I feel, how my chest aches every time you talk to someone else. It’s not platonic. So stop playing with my fucking feelings.”

A scoff leaves your lips at his angry words. “Drew, are you blind? I wore this dress for you, asshole.”