It had only been months since you both started going out, and you usually spent most of your time at his house. You had just finished getting ready with Robin, and you were going to have a girl's night out. This entitled him to spend time alone in his house, which has become vastly adored by your things. Lipsticks by the bathroom counter, your coffee mug by the dishwasher, your favorite movies scattered by the living room, his once empty apartment had become yours as much as his. The problem was that he was scared of it ending too soon; every time he fell fast and hard, things would backfire. Maybe it was his anxious mind, but he never wanted to lose you.

Steve would be lying if he said he didn’t love that he woke up at almost 2 am to his phone ringing loudly, your face filling the screen. A picture he’d recently caught of you, holding a giant burrito in your hands and staring lovingly at it like it was your child. Just seeing it makes his chest ache, and he may take a second longer to answer since he’s caught up in staring at it. Clearing his throat before he answers,

“Hello?” you may have been drunk off your mind, but the deep gruff from his chest and sleep-coated voice did things to you.