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."
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Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots
RomanceBest known for playing the Phantom of the Opera and Jean Valjean on Broadway, this man has stolen my heart with his playful nature, good looks, and amazing voice. These will be short stories about Ramin and the characters he's played on screen and o...
