The second the elevator doors slide shut behind you, Drew’s hands are on you, like he’s been holding himself back all night and finally snapped.

You barely get the chance to turn around before he has you pinned against the mirrored wall, your back hitting the cool surface with a soft thud. His mouth crashes into yours, all heat and urgency, his hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you might disappear.

“Do you even know,” he growls against your lips, “what you’ve been doing to me all night?”

You smirk, breath already shallow, playing innocent. “I don’t know… driving you crazy?”

He groans, his hand slipping down your thigh, fingertips brushing where the fabric rides up dangerously high. “Exactly.”

The date had been picture-perfect, candlelight, your legs brushing under the table, that look he kept giving you every time you leaned in. It was like the two of you were in your own world, every second humming with something electric and unsaid.

Now it’s all spilling out.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him hard, needy, fingers tangling in his hair as he presses himself tighter against you. His mouth moves to your jaw, then your neck, teeth grazing lightly.

And then the elevator jolts and stops.

“What—?” you whisper, pulling back slightly.

He blinks, then presses the emergency button. Once. Twice. Nothing.

You both stare at the panel. Silent.

Then he slowly turns to you, the corners of his mouth curving into that dangerous little smile. “We’re stuck.”

Your brows lift. “Oh really? I didn’t notice.”

He shrugs. “Looks like it’s just us, baby.” He steps back into you, voice low, teasing. “Trapped. No distractions. No interruptions.”

You raise a brow, heartbeat kicking up again. “You’re already thinking dirty, aren’t you?”

He laughs, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “Already? I’ve been thinking dirty since the appetizer.”

You gasp, swatting at his chest, but he catches your wrist, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s face it,” he murmurs, voice thick. “There’s only one way this night was gonna end. And I’m not letting a busted elevator stop us.”

You bite your lip. “So what, you’re gonna have me in here?”

He smirks, hands sliding under your dress again, lips brushing your ear.

“Oh baby… I’m counting on it.”