You had made it a tradition to visit Drew's place at least once every week to cook dinner for both you and your girlfriend.

AKA... turning her kitchen into a dancefloor.

Real Love Baby—you and Drew's favorite song—plays in the background as you sway to the slow, soothing beat. You feel two slim arms wrap around your waist, moving side to side along with you.

She hums affectionately while you stir the small pieces of garlic around in the pan, watching it sizzle. Drew rests her chin on your shoulder and gazes at your eyes, finding it cute how they narrow ever-so-slightly whenever you concentrate.

"It smells good," she murmurs, her eyes fluttering closed for a few moments. You give her a small smile and she spins you around to the song, your focus completely shifting away from the food. Both you and her laugh softly, savoring the moment before you turn your back and go back to cooking.

"I think you're my future," she says nervously yet her words are evident with pride. You turn your head around to smile the smile that never fails to makes her stomach fill with butterflies. "Have you... ever thought about living together?"

And, shit, she watches your expression falter somewhat.