Drew shut the front door behind the two of you after entering your apartment. Tonight you were out on a date, like almost every Friday, eating at some restaurant and just spending time together.

Drew and you walked to your closet room to change into more comfortable clothes. You pulled on a shirt and a pair of sweatpants, just like Drew did.

After changing, Drew walked into the living room and you went into the bathroom to take your makeup off. You watched yourself in the mirror as you undid your makeup. Your hair still fell in those big loose waves.

Walking out of the bathroom, you decided to join Drew in the living room. When you arrived, you spotted Drew sitting at his small drawing table, sketching something down.

Drew had started drawing about a year ago. You remembered that night he was bored, grabbed paper and a pencil, and just started sketching. He got better with every piece, and you were so proud of how much he had improved over the year.

You just smiled to yourself as you sat down on the couch and watched him sketch for a moment. He looked so cute while doing it, especially with the way his tongue stuck out a little when he concentrated.

After a while, you grabbed your book because there was nothing else to do, and you really needed to finish it. A little later, Drew’s voice pulled your attention away from the book.

“Babe?” he said in a relaxed voice as he looked over at you.

“Hm?”

“I just finished my drawing. Do you want to see it?”

You smiled and nodded as you stood up and walked over to him, looking down at the sheet of paper in front of him.

“It looks really good,” you said, smiling and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you. But I want to draw something else,” he said with a mischievous grin on his lips.

You raised an eyebrow curiously, silently asking him what he wanted to draw.

“I want to draw you.”

This time you raised both eyebrows because, in your memory, he had already drawn a portrait of you a few months ago. Before you could respond, he spoke again.

“𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗,” he said, grinning at you.

You didn’t even have to think twice — you already knew you would say yes. Today was one of those days when you felt completely comfortable in your own skin. Drew was good at drawing, and you trusted him, so why wouldn’t you say yes?

A few minutes later, you stepped out of the bathroom, a bathrobe the only thing covering your skin.

You stood in the living room and then let the bathrobe 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛. You laid down on the couch in a good position, adjusted your hair a little, and looked at Drew.

“Is this good?” you asked him.

For a moment he let his eyes wander over your body before looking back into your eyes.

“It’s perfect. You’re looking beautiful.”

He started drawing, and every now and then his eyes flickered to you. He gave you a sign when he finished your face so you could relax.