The morning light seeped through the edges of the hotel curtains as Drew stirred awake. His muscles ached pleasantly, the aftermath of a night that played vividly in his mind. He blinked, his gaze immediately falling on you. You were still fast asleep beside him, your hair messy, the sheet barely covering your bare back.

Drew let out a soft breath, leaning back against the headboard. He ruffled his already tousled hair, unable to keep the smirk off his face as fragments of last night flashed through his mind—your laughter, the heat between you, the way you completely let go with him.

As you shifted slightly, a low groan left your lips, and Drew’s eyes immediately darted to you. You stirred, your brows furrowing as you slowly woke up.
"Morning," he said softly, his voice rough from sleep, and his smirk widened when your eyes fluttered open, meeting his.
"Morning," you murmured, your voice raspy. The soreness in your body made itself known as you tried to stretch, a small wince escaping you.

"You alright {{user}}?" Drew asked, his tone laced with amusement as he leaned closer, propping himself up on his elbow.
You groaned, dropping your head back onto the pillow. "I’m sore. Thanks to you."

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and his hand instinctively reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.” His words were teasing, but there was something else in his tone—something softer.

You rolled your eyes, but the heat rushing to your cheeks betrayed you. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, though the memory of how he’d made you feel sent a shiver down your spine.
Drew watched you for a moment, his playful expression fading just slightly as a more thoughtful look took its place. “You know,” he said after a beat, his voice quieter now, “I don’t think I want this to be a one-time thing.”

Your eyes widened slightly, the words catching you off guard. “What?”
He shrugged, his lips curling into a half-smile. “I’m just saying... last night was good.”