I walked through the front door of my home and let out a large sigh as I dropped my purse to the ground. 

My body was sore after a long day of running around New York for different meetings and appearances, and I wanted nothing more than to face-plant on my bed.

I pulled my shoes off, untied my hair, then trudged into the bedroom. 

The only thing that stopped me from falling asleep on the spot was Ramin, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed. 

He appeared to have been waiting for me.

"Hello, Ave," he said softly. "Long day?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm spent."

With a sympathetic smile, Ramin stood up and moved onto the bed, opening his arms up in an invitation. 

"Let me take care of you, then."

I blushed and looked away from him. 

"You don't have to do that."

"I know," he replied in a gentle tone. "But I want to. Nothing makes me happier than when I'm caring for the girl I love the most."

I brushed a strand of sweaty hair behind my ear, suddenly feeling shy because of his words. 

"You are such a charmer," I mumbled.

Ramin winked. 

"It's a gift, my Angel. Now, come here and cuddle with me."

My face turned an even brighter shade of red, but I obliged and fell onto the bed. 

He quickly gathered me into his strong arms and cradled my body like I was a doll. 

I rested my head on his shoulder and buried my face into the crook of his warm neck. 

"How's that?" he asked, pressing a kiss on my head. "Is this alright?"

I smiled to myself and said, "It's perfect, Ramin. Thank you."

"You're welcome, love."