The hum of the private jet fills the cabin as you settle into your plush seat next to Drew. The rest of the Outer Banks cast is scattered around—Madelyn and Chase are deep in conversation a few rows back, JD is laughing at something on his phone, and Carlacia is already wrapped in a blanket with her headphones on. The vibe is light and excited; Morocco awaits, and the energy of starting a new season is palpable.

Drew leans back in his seat, his arm draped casually over your shoulder as you scroll through the in-flight menu. His fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your arm, and you shift slightly closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“This is nice,” he murmurs, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Private jets, filming in Morocco, sitting next to my favorite person.”

You smile, tilting your head to look up at him. “It is nice. Though I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be excited about the show, not just me.”

He grins, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “The show’s great, but you’re better.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but your heart flutters all the same. As the flight attendants start moving around with drinks, Drew glances at you, his expression shifting into something more mischievous.

“You know,” he starts, his voice quieter now, “private jets have... privacy.” You arch an eyebrow, catching the way his lips curve into a smirk. “And what exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Starkey?”

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “I’m just saying, the mile-high club has a certain... appeal.”

Your cheeks flush, and you glance around the cabin instinctively. Most of the cast is absorbed in their own worlds, oblivious to your whispered conversation. You turn back to Drew, trying to play it cool. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

He chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Only with you. But seriously... think about it. We’ve got hours until we land.”

You bite your lip, fighting the grin that’s threatening to take over. “You’re ridiculous”