The moonlight flooded and illuminated the hotel room where you were resting after a long day of rehearsals and such.

You and Sabrina lay on the soft bed in the room, curled up and rocked by the warm sheets and the noise of the air conditioning.

The pop star was on a video call with her friend Paloma, while you were peacefully below the blonde, your face being gently caressed by the American's hair as she continued her conversation.

"Brina, where's your girlfriend?" Paloma asks in a calm voice as she looks at the camera, you can even hear the noise of the TV in the background, looking at Sabrina with a gentle smile and a curious look.

The singer smiles softly and turns the camera to the side, soon showing you lying below her while your elbows are on the sides of her head, playing with her hair.

"She's here... below me, like she always does." The blonde says with a light laugh and an ironic tone, adjusting the soft suit she was wearing so that her skin wasn't so exposed -- since it was the only thing she was wearing.