The deck was alive with quiet chatter, the occasional clink of glasses, and the steady lull of the ocean beneath the yacht. The sun had long set, leaving only the warm glow of deck lights and the distant shimmer of the moon reflecting on the water. You were tucked into the lounge with the rest of the cast, everyone unwinding after a long day in the sun.

Drew sat beside you, his arm stretched out along the back of the couch, fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair. It wasn’t anything unusual—Drew was like that with you, always a little too touchy, always leaning into your space in a way that felt entirely natural. You didn’t think much of it as you sipped your drink, your legs casually thrown over his without a second thought.

“Alright, if we could only listen to one album for the rest of the trip, what’s the choice?” JD asked, stretching his arms behind his head.

“Easy,” Carlacia chimed in. “Beyoncé’s Renaissance. No skips.”

Madelyn groaned. “God, I can already hear you trying to convince us to do a full performance.”

Carlacia smirked. “Just say you’re scared.”

The conversation rolled on, shifting from music to ridiculous “what if” scenarios, and somewhere in between, you felt Drew’s fingers start tracing small circles against your knee. Absentminded, lazy. You didn’t react, just like you never did. It was just Drew.

At some point, Chase pointed at you both, squinting. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two are a little too comfortable with each other.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly but making no move to pull away. “Oh, shut up.”

Drew barely glanced up from his drink, smirking. “Yeah, she wishes.”

A chorus of oohs rang out, followed by a pillow being thrown in Drew’s direction—courtesy of Madison. You just shook your head, laughing, completely unfazed. This was just how you and Drew were.