“Can we talk in person?” was the message Drew sent you before you ended up having a sleepless night with him.

You and Drew were both famous. But with your relationship being out in the open, sometimes it was hard. You tried to keep things as private as possible, but the paparazzi was constantly ruining it. So, to make things easier for the both of you, you thought it was just time to call things off with him. To break up.

You were only broken up for two days before Drew sent you that message. He missed you. He made it very clear in the break up argument that he didn’t want things to end. That he loved you too much to move on. But eventually, he let you go. Or so you thought.

You two met up at his place. He was just coming back to his apartment from a long day of filming, while you had the day off, so you were there faster than he was. You still had the key so you let yourself in.

Once he got there, you two talked. But not for very long. One thing led to another and… the next thing you know you’re tangled underneath his bed sheets with Drew.

— The morning after, you had woken up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. You glanced in the mirror, still a bit groggy from sleep, but then you did a double take once you caught a glimpse of… a hickey?

Not just one. They were all over. Your neck and your chest. You looked down to your bare legs, a few hickeys splattered on your inner thighs.

Before you could even panic, Drew walked in, shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on. You could tell he had just woken up by the way he slightly stumbled and his squinting eyes from the light of the bathroom.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your head. “G’morning,” he murmured, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. You blinked at him through the mirror, unsure how to feel right now.

He began to wake up more once he noticed your lack of response. His eyes immediately falling to the hickeys laid out on your neck. A lazy smile formed onto his lips at the sight.

“Sorry.”