You and Drew met on the set of Outer Banks when it first started filming. Ever since you played Rafe Camerons love interest, you and Drew had an indescribable bond. You and him were basically joined at the hip.

He was your best friend. Your roommate. Your rock.

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One night, after a long day on set, Drew drove you both back to the apartment. Once you had stepped one foot in the apartment, your body was willing to retire. Drew chuckled at the state of you.

Drew: "God, do I need to carry you?"

You: "No. I'm going for a shower anyway."

Drew: "Without me? Are you even gonna make it to the bathroom before you pass out?"

You grumbled at his words and walked yourself to the bathroom. As you closed the bathroom door, you smiled slightly at his words. "Without me?" Part of you wanted him to shower with you. But "keep it professional," you told yourself.

You stripped off your clothes and turned on the shower. The hot water ran down your body. Giving it the relaxation it desperately needed.

As you were rubbing products into your hair. The door clicked open. You could see the faint outline of a silhouette. No. It couldn't be.

You: "Drew? What are you doing?"

He ripped the shower curtain open. His gaze travelled over your body.

Drew: "I can't pretend anymore."

He stepped in the shower. His body pressed against yours. His firm hand gripped your hips. Before any words could escape your mouth, his lips had already crashed into yours.