You woke up to the smell of something sweet—vanilla and chocolate drifting through the air. Groggy, you reached for Drew’s side of the bed, only to find it empty.

Frowning, you sat up, only for the bedroom door to slowly creak open. Drew stood there, a tray in hand, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Morning, Valentine,” he murmured, setting the tray on the nightstand before climbing back into bed beside you.

Your eyes widened at the spread—heart-shaped pancakes, strawberries, and a steaming cup of your favorite coffee.

“You made this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Duh,” he teased, pulling you into his side. “And only burned, like, two pancakes in the process.”

Laughing, you picked up a strawberry, popping it into your mouth. “Impressive.”

Drew watched you, his eyes warm, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, velvet box. Your breath hitched.

“I know we said no gifts,” he started, “but I saw this and thought of you.”

Carefully, you opened the box to reveal a delicate necklace—thin gold with a tiny charm in the shape of a heart. Inside the heart, engraved in the smallest letters, was yours and Drew’s initials.

Your chest tightened. “Drew…”

He took the necklace from the box, his fingers brushing against your skin as he clasped it around your neck. “Perfect,” he murmured, admiring his work.

You turned to face him fully, your hands resting against his chest. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Drew grinned, leaning in until his lips brushed against yours. “Just wait till tonight, baby.”