Drew Starkeyy

the afternoon sun poured through the windows of your shared home, casting golden light across the room. youre perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, scrolling through your phone as drew moved around, making coffee. the smell of fresh grounds filled the air, and the soft hum of his movements was comforting, familiar.

“anything good?” drew asked, his voice casual as he glances over his shoulder at you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. he knew the answer before you even speak.

“same as always,” you replied, holding up your phone with a smile. “some article about us. you know, the usual 'how could she land him?’ 'she's way to young' and ‘why does he waste his time?’ It’s like people think i kidnapped you or something.”

drew chuckled, shaking his head as he poured two cups of coffee, the smile never leaving his face. “yeah, well, let them talk. if they knew how happy i was, they’d be jealous.. actually-" he paused, handing you a mug, “they probably already are.”

you roll your eyes but couldn't help but smile "you sound so cocky when you say it like that.”

he stepped closer, standing between your legs as he leaned against the counter, his hand resting lightly on your thigh. “i'm not, just honest,” he said, his blue eyes locking with yours. “you're great, and I’m lucky. end of story.”

you took a sip of your coffee, shaking your head with a laugh. “your not fazed by any of it, are you?”

“nope,” he said simply, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “people can say what they want. at the end of the day, i come home to you. not them.”

as always, his words had a way of making the noise fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble. he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.