The lights are dim at Madelyn’s place, the fireplace is lit, and the soft murmur of conversation drifts through the air. There are leftovers from the takeout you ordered earlier on the table, together with a few beer bottles. In the living room, scattered around, are Madison and Carlacia on one couch, JD and Chase sitting on the floor, and Drew, Madelyn, and you on the second couch.

It’s the first time you’re all together again after wrapping the latest season. And also the first time you’re in the same room as Drew again.

The first three seasons, you were just good friends. Always together—rehearsing lines, meeting his family, casually going out. Just simple things you do as very good friends.

But during filming season four, something changed. One practice kiss in his hotel room the night before filming the actual scene led to more. And that one slip-up led to hooking up again and again. You were both single, not looking for a relationship, but still wanting to have your needs fulfilled.

So that’s what you did over the months of filming—and no one ever noticed.

Sometimes you think about what could be if…

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a hand slipping under the blanket draped over your lap. It moves on your thigh, rubbing small, teasing circles. It rests high—too high to ignore.

You glance over at Drew, but he just keeps talking with Chase as if nothing’s happening.

“Drew,” you hiss quietly, making his head turn.

He raises a smug eyebrow, the corner of his mouth aching to twitch in a smirk, but he doesn’t let himself. “Yeah? Something wrong?” he asks, the others talking between themselves, not suspecting a thing.

You swallow, your eyes catching the flicker of the firelight on his face. “What’re you doing?” you mutter lowly.

His lips twitch in a smirk. “I don’t know. What am I doing?” he asks, his hand squeezing your thigh, knowing exactly how much he’s distracting you.

You roll your eyes, though your breath still hitches. “Don’t play dumb.”

“Well,” he murmurs, voice barely audible, “I guess that’s my way of asking if you’ll happen to be in my bed tonight. Preferably naked.”

You shoot him a look, trying to hold back a laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” you whisper.

Before he can respond, Madelyn glances over. “What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing,” you answer quickly, forcing an innocent smile.

Drew, without missing a beat, says, “She’s just telling me how much she missed me.”

You elbow him under the blanket, and he hides a grin behind his beer bottle. Madelyn eyes the two of you for a second longer before shrugging and turning back to her conversation with Madison.

You exhale, heart thudding a little too fast. Drew leans in again, his shoulder brushing yours, voice so low only you can hear.

“So,” he says, amusement softening into something else, “you didn’t answer me.”

You turn your head, pretending to play dumb, but he catches your gaze and holds it.

“Will you?” he asks, quieter this time.

You pause, lips parting slightly, the air thick between you.

“Maybe,” you whisper.

He grins like he already knows your answer.

“Then I’ll keep the door unlocked,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours.