Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

Imagine #3 (Ramin Karimloo)

I couldn't help but swoon silently over Ramin while he practiced his choreography for his new show, The Addams Family. 

His arms were muscular from working out so much, and his tattoos seemed to move with his skin as he danced gracefully along the tiled floor.

Since there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the studio, I was doing my best to not stare for too long in case he spotted me looking, so I stepped around the room and kept my eyes averted as much as possible.

After Ramin finished his routine, he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off of his face, causing his black hair to become disheveled.

He looked hot.

I didn't even realize I was staring again until he glanced over at me and smiled. 

"Blink, Avery," he chuckled. "Your eyes are going to dry out."

I blushed heavily and tore my gaze away from him in embarrassment. 

Good job, you moron! I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. How do you always manage to do this to yourself?

Ramin walked over and hugged me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

"There's no need to be embarrassed," he said softly. "I don't mind you staring at me."

"I appreciate it, Ramin," I replied. "But I still don't want to look like a creep."

He turned me around and tilted my face up so that I could look at him. 

"You don't," he shook his head. "Trust me when I say that."

The corner of my mouth turned up at his statement, and I leaned forward to kiss him. 

Our lips connected gently, and I felt the goosebumps popping up on my arms one by one. 

Ramin pulled back and gave me a sweet smile. 

"You can stare at me all you want," he said with a little chuckle. "I promise I don't mind."

I shyly smiled back and rested my cheek on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.