The room was warm, the low hum of your playlist filling the air as you sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back slightly with a playful smirk as Drew kneeled in front of you. You'd teased him about helping you get ready, not expecting him to actually take you up on it, but there he was-concentrated, tender, and undeniably attractive.

"Hold still," he murmured, his hands grazing the soft skin of your calf as he carefully worked one of your tights up your leg. The feeling of his fingers brushing against you sent a shiver through your body.

You bit your lip, watching his focused expression. "You're oddly good at this. Should I be worried?"

Drew chuckled, his thumb brushing along the side of your knee as he adjusted the fabric. "Let's just say l'm a quick learner."

Once the tights were on, he reached for your shoes. He picked up one and slipped it over your foot, securing the strap while his other hand rested warmly on your ankle, his touch lingering a second too long. He looked up at you, his lips twitching into a teasing grin as he caught the flustered look on your face.

"You good up there?" he asked, his voice low and playful.

"Yeah," you whispered, trying to steady yourself against the sudden rush of butterflies. Drew stood slowly, towering over you now as he smoothed his hands over your hips.