Drew’s light was still on. Teddy exhaled, unsteady—he had lost control. Before he could think, his body betrayed him, carrying him to Drew’s door. He tipped forward, only to be caught by Drew’s steady arms. Meanwhile, across the street, Cliff clutched his chest, his breath hitching. From Teddy’s bedroom window, the shadows of Teddy and Drew moved together-intimate, undeniable. Nothing left to the imagination. A single tear slipped down Cliff’s cheek. Catch the latest at Laundry Teddy-for drama that cuts deep and comedy that hits straight.