DREW STARKEY
——— sex scene. ( ✷ )
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Drew Starkey. This man was not only extraordinary, deliciously hot—but also the most charismatic and charming person, you have ever met in your entire life. And that made it fucking hard, to be around him 24/7 on set. You spend a lot of time with him. As said, mostly while filming for your new movie.
The first time you met him was at the casting. You had seen him a few times before, but never really registered his presence. Not until they announced that you two would play the main roles in the film. You didn't mind. I mean who would not want to work with Drew?
Over the time you grew a really good relationship with him. The thing you had was different. Friends. From work. Nothing more, right?
Man it was difficult. Eventhough both of you considered eachother as friends, he was really touchy—always kept a hand on your waist, played with your hair. Whispered flirty comments. But for you it was nothing special. That was just his way. But then there was the goddamn sex scene… Well, you had read the script and knew what you were getting into. But still you freaked out.
You step out of your trailer and make your way torwards set. You were calmed down. Maybe it was because of the 5 tranquilizers you had taken. Or because you had simply imagined every possible situation.
After greeting everyone who crossed your way with a sweet smile, you opened the door. Producers, cameramen, lighting, sound—swirling around. No sight of Drew. Good? But you didn't even have much time to think about the situation, 'cause you got pulled away from a stylist immediatly.
30 minutes pass. Still no sight of him. You were distracted anyway. Then suddenly a deep voice sounded behind you.
Hey sweetheartFuck. You turned around, making your stylist gasp in frustration, who just was busy combing through your hair. But your mind was elsewhere—he stood infront of you. Shirtless and looking a goddamn goddess. He gave you a friendly smirk but your eyes we're glued onto those abs...