In moments, I am drifting off, my breathing steady and peaceful as I finally let myself rest.
***
I am back at Drake's apartment and we settle into the couch, the soft glow of "Yellowstone" casting a warm light around the room. The steady murmur of the show plays in the background, but neither of us are paying much attention to it.
We are close, closer than we have been all night, knees brushing against each other. Drake's arm rests along the back of the couch, fingers grazing my shoulder with a gentle, teasing pressure. I feel my breath quicken, my focus drifting from the screen to him. My eyes catching his, and we share a smile that holds a hint of anticipation.
Drake leans in, testing the moment. His lips brushing against mine, soft at first, like he is still waiting for my respo
