The day drags on endlessly, your body aching for rest and warmth. All you want is a hot, soothing shower to melt the tension from your muscles. You step into the bathroom, stripping off every layer of clothing until your skin meets the cool air, then slip into the shower and pull the glass door shut behind you.

You turn to the handles, twisting them with expectation… but nothing happens. No water. You frown and try again, right, left, both together. Still nothing.

A frustrated sigh slips from your lips as you lean against the tiled wall, letting your head fall back slightly.

“Drewwwww,” you call, stretching out his name in that specific whine that always gets his attention.

You hear a rustle from the living room, you just know he’s lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Yeah, baby? You okay?” he calls back, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity.

“I need your help, please.”

You don’t even have to wait ten seconds before you hear his footsteps approaching. The door creaks open, and there he is, standing tall in the doorway, phone still in one hand. His eyes immediately zero in on your naked, frustrated form behind the glass.

A slow smirk spreads across his face as he sets the phone down on the counter. “Well damn. You really do need me, huh?”

You shoot him a mock glare and roll your eyes. “Just need you to turn the shower on. It doesn’t work.”

Drew steps right in, pulling the shower door open without hesitation. His clothes brush against your skin as he reaches around you, one hand settling firmly on your bare waist to gently guide you out of the way so he can reach the handles.

“Let me try,” he murmurs. His fingers grip the handles and give them a confident twist. Within seconds, the shower sputters to life, hot water gushing from the head like it was never broken.

You blink. “You’re kidding. I’ve been in here struggling, and you just… touch it once and it works?”

He turns to face you, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. “Some things just respond better to my hands,” he says smoothly, eyes dark with intent. “Guess even the shower obeys me.”

The innuendo in his voice is unmistakable, and judging by the way his gaze dips over your body, it’s not just the shower he’s referring to.

You raise an eyebrow, lips curling into a half-smile. “That right?”

“Mhm,” he hums, stepping closer again, the water now soaking through his shirt, making it cling to every inch of his chest. “By the way, thanks to you, I’m all wet now,” he adds, voice low.

His hand slides up your side slowly, fingers lightly moving over your skin. Your breath hitches slightly as the tension between you crackles, hotter than the water pouring over your bodies.

You tilt your head up to look at him, lips parted. “Not my fault you didn’t take your clothes off.”

He grins, lips ghosting over your jaw. “Say the word and I will,” he murmurs, his hand dipping to your lower back, pulling you closer.