"Come on, Ramin!" I called out. "We're going to be late." 

I could hear him chuckling behind the door at my clear lack of patience, and I rolled my eyes with a huff. 

I stepped over to the mirror and fixed my hair one more time, then looked at my phone to see what time it was. 

It was 11:45, and we were supposed to be at the restaurant by noon. 

As someone who liked to be on time, it was pure torture for me to wait, even if it was only a few minutes.

I was just about to start pacing when the bedroom door opened behind me, and I turned around to say something sarcastic before my eyes landed on Ramin. 

He was wearing a gray fedora, plaid pants, and a white T-shirt that clearly showed off his muscular form underneath.

The only word I managed to get out was, "Whoa."

He smiled at my reaction and stepped over to me. 

"How do I look?" 

"Gorgeous," I replied, fanning myself due to lack of oxygen. "No one is as handsome as you."

Ramin raised an eyebrow and slid his arms around me. 

"That's quite the compliment," he said flirtatiously. "Do you believe it?"

"Yes."

He smirked and leaned down towards my face, kissing me deeply. 

"That's my girl," he whispered against my lips. 

My skin tingled at his soft but passionate touch, and I gripped the back of his T-shirt tightly. 

When we broke away, I smiled and moved my hands along his broad shoulders. 

"You are way too good at that."

Ramin laughed and leaned his forehead on mine. 

"I've had a lot of practice over the years."

"Obviously," I giggled. "I'm absolutely positive that every woman who has kissed you enjoyed it quite a bit."

"They were good, but they weren't you, my Angel."

I blushed wildly and glanced away from him as he chuckled at my reaction. 

"Thanks," I whispered awkwardly.

He kissed the top of my head and held me tight against his chest, making me smile inwardly at his loving personality.