The bright lights of the Jimmy Kimmel Live! stage cast a warm glow over Drew as he settled into his seat, a boyish grin already tugging at his lips. The audience cheered, the energy buzzing through the room.

“So,” Jimmy leaned forward with a smirk, flipping through his notes. “You’re starring in this new movie—super intense, lots of chemistry—and you got to work with her.”

Drew’s smile widened, and he nodded. “Yeah, yeah. It was incredible.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “So, how was it like filming with her?”

Drew let out a small laugh, glancing down for a moment before running a hand through his hair. “Well, we jumped into, um… We got to jump into these movement rehearsals like a month before we started filming it.”

Jimmy squinted. “What does that mean? A movement rehearsal?”

Drew’s cheeks tinged pink, and suddenly, that confident demeanor faltered just a little. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a knowing smile, but the way his eyes flickered with something unspoken made the audience erupt into laughter.

Jimmy leaned in, grinning like he had just caught him red-handed. “You’re blushing… Was it that good?”

The crowd “ooh”-ed, and Drew shook his head, laughing as he covered his face with one hand. “Man, come on,” he said, dragging out the words like he was trying to compose himself.

Jimmy wasn’t letting it go. “I mean, what exactly happens in these movement rehearsals?”

Drew exhaled sharply, still smiling. “Let’s just say it’s, um… It’s a great way to get to know one another,” he admitted, his voice dipping slightly. “So, yeah.”

The audience went wild, hoots and cheers filling the studio. Jimmy smacked his desk, chuckling. “A great way, huh?”

Drew only shook his head, still grinning, his mind clearly somewhere else—somewhere warm, somewhere electric. Somewhere with you.