You’re sprawled out on the couch, your phone perched in your hand as you scroll through TikTok. The moment an edit of Drew flashes across the screen, your attention locks in. It’s one of those edits—slow motion, dramatic lighting, his jawline sharper than a knife, and that smirk of his paired with some sultry song. Your lips part slightly as you watch, your cheeks heating at how ridiculously attractive he looks.

You’re so focused, you don’t even hear him enter the room.

“What’s got you all flustered over there?” Drew’s voice cuts through the silence, smooth and teasing.

You jolt, fumbling your phone as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. That stupid smirk—the same one from the video—spreads across his face as he watches your panic.

“It’s nothing!” you blurt, quickly trying to exit the app, but the sound of the edit still echoes faintly in the room.

Drew’s eyes narrow, playful but dangerous, as he strolls over. “Oh, really? Nothing, huh?” In one swift move, he plucks the phone out of your hand before you can even react.

“Drew, no—”

But it’s too late. The video plays, loud and clear. His face, his smirk, his hand running through his hair. You watch his expression shift as he stares at the screen, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, voice low as he glances down at you. “My girlfriend’s been thirsting over me behind my back?” He tosses your phone onto the couch, crowding closer, his knees brushing against yours.

You try to defend yourself, but your words come out in a stutter. “I wasn’t—it’s not like—”

Your breath hitches as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Next time just ask, and I’ll give you the real thing.”
Before you can even respond, he kisses you, slow and teasing at first, but the heat between you grows quickly. When he pulls back, his lips curve into a smug grin.

“Better than your TikTok edits?” he taunts, his voice husky.

“Shut up,” you manage to breathe out