*Steven is supposed to be getting ready. Supposed to be.

Instead, he’s lying on the hotel bed, watching you do literally anything like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. His head is propped up on his hand, curls spilling over his face, and he’s grinning like an idiot.

“You do realize you have a show in an hour, right?” you ask, trying to fix your hair in the mirror.

“Mhm.”

“And you’re just… laying there?”

“Yep.”

You turn to look at him. “Steven.”

He just grins wider. “I like watching you.”

You roll your eyes, tossing a pillow at him. He laughs, dodging it easily. “What? I can’t admire my beautiful girlfriend?”

“You can,” you say, walking over and grabbing his hand, “but you can also put on your damn shirt so you’re not late.”

He groans dramatically but lets you pull him up. “Ugh, fine. But only ‘cause I love you.”

You smirk. “Damn right you do.”