The room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the fan overhead and the occasional rustle of the sheets as Drew shifted beside you. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in warm light, casting long shadows on the walls. You were lying together in bed, tangled in a comfortable mess of limbs, his arm draped protectively around your waist while your head rested on his chest. His steady heartbeat was a soothing rhythm beneath your ear.

Neither of you had spoken for a while, the silence feeling more peaceful than awkward. Drew’s fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along your back, his touch feather-light but grounding. You could tell he was lost in thought—the way his breathing slowed, the occasional rise of his chest as if he were about to say something but then didn’t.

“What’s on your mind?” you finally asked, your voice soft, barely breaking the stillness of the room.

Drew chuckled lightly, the sound low and warm. “You always know, don’t you?” His hand moved to brush a strand of hair from your face, his blue eyes meeting yours. “I was just thinking about how crazy life’s been lately.”

You nodded, shifting slightly to look up at him. “Crazy good or crazy bad?”

“A little bit of both,” he admitted, his tone thoughtful. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love what we’re doing. The show, the traveling, the fans... it’s everything I dreamed of. But sometimes, it feels like the world’s moving so fast, you know?”

You hummed in agreement, your fingers idly playing with the hem of his shirt. “Yeah. It’s like, even when you stop to breathe, everything else keeps rushing forward.”

He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer as if grounding himself in the moment. “Exactly. And then I think about this—about us—and it’s the one thing that actually slows everything down.”

Your chest tightened at his words, a quiet warmth spreading through you. “You mean that?” you asked, your voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

Drew tilted his head, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. “Of course.”