I watched Ramin as he worked on his guitar, tuning the instrument just the way he liked it. 

My eyes, however, were glued to his muscular form underneath his plaid shirt, and I sucked in a breath at how gorgeous he looked.

Unfortunately, though, Ramin caught me staring, and an amused smile formed on his lips. 

"Yes?"

My face flushed with embarrassment, and I could literally feel the blood spilling across my cheeks. 

"Sorry," I mumbled under my breath. "That was rude of me."

"Don't be," he waved me off. "I'm always happy to get your attention."

"You always have my attention," I chuckled. "I don't think I've ever tried to ignore you once in my life."

"I'm afraid I disagree," he smirked while setting his guitar down. "You tried to ignore me that one time when I tickled you."

"Good point," I replied. "But then you had to sing to me and lure me into a trance."

Ramin smiled proudly. 

"I know the effects I have on you."

I playfully rolled my eyes and shook my head. 

"You are such a dork."

"But you love me," he winked back.

"Oh, yes. I do."