The movie flickers across the screen, casting soft light over the dim room. You’re curled up beside Drew, both of you half-buried under a blanket, but there’s something off—you can feel it. That familiar weight of his gaze, the way he’s just a little too still.

"You know you’re not being subtle, right?" you murmur, not looking away from the screen.

A low chuckle. "Subtle about what?"

"Staring."

Drew shifts beside you, stretching an arm along the back of the couch, his fingers just barely brushing your shoulder. "I swear I’m paying attention," he says smoothly, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Then, softer—"Just… not to the screen."

You finally glance over, and yeah—he’s definitely not watching the movie. There’s something lazy and warm in his expression, like he’s perfectly content right where he is.

"I can’t help it," he adds after a moment, voice quieter now. "You’re more interesting."

The room feels smaller, the space between you practically nonexistent. The movie keeps playing, but at this point, it’s just background noise.

"I mean, if we’re being honest," he murmurs, "I’d rather be looking at you anyway."