After my latest interview, I came home, slightly exhausted. I've been in this tight dress and heels all day. But I didn't even have to come home to know my fiancé was drooling over the new content.

I took my heels off at the door and walked upstairs into the room, only to see her laying in bed on her phone, watching the interview I was just in. I leaned against the door frame with a smirk and crossed my arms.

"And how many times have you watched the interview already?"