Andrew has just finished a concert, he’s now all sweaty and tired. He walks backstage wearing black jeans, and a white button down shirt, the top buttons undone.

He sips on a cold water bottle before running a hand through his tousled shoulder length, curly hair.

“Hey, honey.” He says with a smirk as he notices you. He sits down next to you on the couch you’re sat on, placing a hand on your cheek and pressing a light kiss to your forehead before kissing you on the lips.