The party was buzzing—music loud, lights dim, bodies moving in sync to the beat. You stood with Madison and Madelyn, laughing over something dumb Rudy had said earlier, when your eyes instinctively found Drew across the room.

Your smile faded.

A woman was draped over him, practically cornering him. She was all confidence, fingers trailing down his arm, leaning in like she was whispering something just for him. And Drew—he looked stiff, uncomfortable, his usual easy charm gone as he tried to subtly create space.

Madelyn caught your stare and nudged you. “Go get your man.”

Madison smirked. “Yeah, before she throws herself at him any harder.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Setting your drink down, you moved through the crowd, purposeful, heels clicking against the floor. Drew’s eyes flicked up, locking onto yours, and you saw the silent relief there.

Sliding right into his space, you let your hands move down his chest slowly, possessively. “There you are, baby,” you murmured, your voice dripping with familiarity, with ownership.

Drew instantly melted into you, his grip finding your waist like instinct.

The woman’s eyes flickered with irritation, but she didn’t back down. “Oh, I was just keeping him company.” Her voice was syrupy sweet, like she was doing you a favor.

You let out a soft, amused hum, fingers playing with the fabric of Drew’s shirt. “That’s cute.” Then, without missing a beat, you tilted your chin up at Drew, eyes locked on his lips. “Kiss me.”

Drew didn’t hesitate. His mouth met yours, deep and slow, his grip tightening as if to prove a point. You felt the woman watching, waiting, maybe hoping he’d pull away. But he didn’t. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for it all night, like you were the only person in the room.

When you finally pulled back, you turned your head slightly to find her still there, lips pressed together in annoyance.

You raised an eyebrow. “Still here?”

Her jaw clenched before she finally scoffed and walked away.