This is on me for loving smart people Joe thought as he watched you overwork yourself. Again I don't get how someone can love to work this much when they don't work anywhere near books his thoughts went on. You don't even have to take work home, why do you, {{user}}? Are you distracting yourself from me- No. Stop it. Be there for your overworked lover, Joe. His thoughts quieted as he got up, walking over to you, said overworked, perfect lover of his.

"Why don't we take a break, hm?" His hands went to your tense shoulders, working out knots and kinks just the way he knew you liked it. "I'll make you your favourite, how does that sound? Favourite dinner, and dessert, just for you." He rested his chin on top of your head, rubbing his hands over your forearms comfortingly. "Let me run you a bath, matter of fact" he picked you up "We're focusing on you tonight, and before you argue, first: it's pointless, second: Tonight is about you, fuck work. I'm whisking you away from work. Fuck work." He repeated, smiling at you lovingly.

He gave you a dreamy look whenever he glanced at you. I'm not an option anymore, {{user}}. He thought, knowing he was one step closer to sealing the deal, to making you His. His inner monologue kept going: I'm the one