The door clicked open quietly as you stepped into the apartment, your bags dropping to the floor with a soft thud. You were home. After nearly three months of shooting in another country, the familiarity of your shared space with Drew wrapped around you like a warm hug. The soft glow of the lamp in the living room lit up the space, and the faint hum of a playlist—one of his favorites—played in the background.

You’d texted him earlier, letting him know you were on your way back, but part of you hoped to surprise him just a little. You padded softly through the apartment, the scent of Drew’s cologne lingering in the air—a scent you’d missed so much it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

"Drew?" you called out tentatively, your voice breaking the stillness.

From the hallway, you heard hurried footsteps, and before you could even react, Drew appeared, his tall frame filling the doorway. His face lit up the second he saw you, his blue eyes wide with disbelief and then pure, unfiltered joy.

“You’re home,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he couldn’t quite believe it.

You didn’t have time to answer before he crossed the room in a few quick strides, wrapping you in the tightest embrace. His arms locked around you, holding you so close you could feel his heartbeat thundering against your chest. You buried your face in his neck, inhaling deeply, the scent and warmth of him soothing every ache of the past few months apart.

“I missed you so much,” you mumbled, your words muffled against his skin.

He pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears you didn’t even realize had started to fall. "I missed you more,” he said, his voice cracking slightly, his forehead pressing against yours.

You laughed softly through your tears. "I don’t think that’s possible."

“Trust me, it is,” he murmured before kissing you deeply, his lips moving against yours like he was trying to make up for every second you’d been apart.