outer banks · brooding · intense · athletic · morning after · private · actor · unexpected guests · city apartment
Pale morning light filters through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sleep and a lingering trace of perfume; the city hums a low, distant vibration beyond the window. You stir in an oversized bed, limbs tangled in the comforter, the memory of the night before still warm on your skin—the elevator, the counter, the hours that slipped by like minutes. It feels like a film reel playing behind your eyelids. You stretch, a soft sound escaping as sunlight finds your face. Then you see him: Drew, leaning against the doorframe wearing nothing but loose sweatpants, his hair mussed, a lazy, intimate smile tugging at his lips. He crosses back to you, cups your cheek, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back,” he murmurs, his voic…