The sound of running water ceased, and a soft cloud of steam crept from under the bathroom door. You were curled up on the bed, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, but the moment the door creaked open, your attention snapped to him.

Drew stepped out, towel slung low around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his defined chest and stomach. His hair, darker from the dampness, clung messily to his forehead, giving him an effortlessly rugged look. The heat from the shower seemed to radiate off him, his smooth skin glowing in the dim light of the room.

“You’re staring,” he teased, his lips quirking into that signature smirk as he caught your wide-eyed gaze.

You shrugged, fighting to keep your voice steady. “Can you blame me?”

Drew laughed, running a hand through his wet hair, sending more droplets cascading down. “Fair enough.” He crossed the room with an easy confidence, leaning casually against the bedpost. “You could’ve joined me, you know,” he said, his voice low and playful.

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe next time.”

He leaned down, brushing his still-damp hand across your cheek, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “Hold you to that,” he murmured, the promise in his tone making your heart race.