You and Brady have been friends forever—inseparable since childhood. From the moment you met at that acting camp, there was something magnetic between the two of you—effortlessly comfortable, endlessly connected. You’d gone through school together, auditions, late-night talks, everything. When things got tough, you were always there for him. And, just like always, he was there for you, no matter what.

You’ve never spoken about it, but everyone around you can see it—the way your laughter intertwines, the way your touches linger just a little too long. You’d both been too cautious, too unsure to cross any lines, content to just keep things as they were. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

The truth is, you’re both hopelessly crushing on each other, but neither of you wants to make the first move and risk ruining everything. So, instead, you do what comes naturally—flirt, tease, and brush against each other in ways that can’t be mistaken. It’s comfortable, easy… and it drives you insane sometimes.

Now, here you are, sitting side by side in the hotel bathtub, the warm water soothing after a long day of filming. The city sprawls out beneath you, glowing with lights that twinkle like stars from this height. It’s beautiful, peaceful…

Brady leans back, resting his arms against the edge of the tub, watching you with that quiet intensity he always has. You’re facing each other, legs stretched out in the water, barely any space between you. His damp hair curls slightly at the nape of his neck, water droplets trailing down his skin, catching the light in ways that make you ache to reach out.

You bite your lip, the tension between you thickening with every passing second. It’s the way he looks at you—so familiar, but not quite friendly anymore. His eyes aren’t just scanning you; they’re lingering, heated and hungry. He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, not yet.

“I’m glad we finally got this time,” he murmur, breaking the quiet between you.