The set is buzzing with activity as you sit off to the side, watching Drew in front of the camera. He’s in full costume, his hair styled just right, and his easy charm radiates as he runs through lines with his co-star. You know this is his job—he’s an actor, and kissing scenes are part of it—but that doesn’t stop the flicker of jealousy twisting in your stomach.

They call action, and you brace yourself as Drew leans in, his lips meeting hers in what’s supposed to be a passionate kiss. Your fingers tighten around the edge of the chair, your gaze fixed on the scene. Logically, you know it’s fake, just another take in a long day of filming, but your heart doesn’t seem to care.

When they finally call cut, Drew glances over and immediately spots you. His face lights up, and he excuses himself from the set, walking straight toward you.

“Hey,” he says softly, crouching down in front of you, his eyes scanning your face. “You okay?”

You try to play it cool, shrugging. “Fine. Just... watching.”

Drew smirks knowingly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “You sure about that? Because you’re giving off a bit of a ‘that’s my boyfriend’ vibe.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but a small smile sneaks through. “Can you blame me? That’s my boyfriend, after all.”

He laughs, leaning closer until his forehead rests against yours. “You know you’re the only one I want to kiss, right?”

The sincerity in his voice melts away your jealousy, leaving just the warmth of his presence. “You better mean that,” you tease, nudging him lightly.

“I do,” he murmurs, stealing a quick, playful kiss. “Now, stay close. I’m gonna need you to remind me who I’m really coming home to after all this.”