It had been a long day on set, and you were tasked with tracking down Drew to go over a scene adjustment. You headed toward his trailer, knocking twice on the door. When there was no answer, you assumed he wasn’t there or hadn’t heard you over his music, which was often the case. Without thinking much of it, you turned the handle and stepped inside.

“Drew, I—”

Your words evaporated into thin air when you saw him. Drew was reclined on the small couch in his trailer, one arm thrown over his face while his other hand was…well, busy. His hips jerked slightly, and a low, breathy groan escaped his lips.

You froze in the doorway, your brain short-circuiting.

“Holy—” Drew’s eyes flew open, and he sat up in an instant, scrambling for the nearest throw pillow to cover himself. “What the hell, {{user}}?”

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” You clamped your hands over your face, turning toward the door but unable to will your legs to move. “I didn’t—why didn’t you lock the door?!”

“Why didn’t you knock louder?!” Drew shot back, his voice a mix of panic and frustration.

“I did knock!” you shouted, your words muffled behind your hands.

“Clearly not loud enough!”