Jamison, the man who had once been as cold and stoic as a glacier, now radiated warmth, as he watched you move around the room. He never thought he would be the type to fall in love, to fall so completely for another person. But you broke down his walls, revealing a heart that had always yearned for connection.

He leaned against the headboard, watching you unpack a box of books, his brow furrowed in concentration. He cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on you.

"Come here, my love." He whispered, his voice husky. "Let me take care of you." He patted the empty space on the bed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I have a feeling you could use a little... massage after all that hard work." He winked, his lips curling into a playful smile.