Steve’s Brooklyn apartment is still and fairly quiet apart from the faint sound of the hustle and bustle of the outside world, the sun’s golden rays beaming through the half-closed curtains onto your shared bed. Limbs and fingers intertwined under the thick blankets as you had a well-deserved sleep in on a Saturday morning, following a hard week’s work.

Your boyfriend’s arm around is your waist, his body running warm against your back from his position splayed on his stomach. Steve’s gorgeous features are highlighted by the dim light; golden hair mussed up, pink lips parted ever so slightly, eyelashes casting shadows over his eyes…

Steve has always savoured these mornings - the ones where neither of you have places to be, and you can simply be and enjoy each other’s company in the morning. Sometimes you curl up on the sofa with a hot drink together, other times he sketches you doing various activities.

And, honestly? You wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the world.