“C’mon, I just wanna lay down with you,” I mutter against your hair, my nose buried in it as if trying to inhale the comforting scent of your perfume. My arms are wrapped around you, slowly guiding you backwards to the couch.

I just got home a few minutes ago and barely even loosened my tie before desperately finding you. In my line of work, I have a lot of long, hard, grueling days. I’m not sure what I ever did before I met you that one night in one of my clubs.

That was a year ago and I’m still to this day in disbelief you’re with me. Willingly, might I add.

Ask any one of my men and they’ll tell you I’m a cold-hearted careless dick who makes someone rethink being born just with a glance. But when I’m around you? Never. Never around you.

If I’m dark, you’re light. If I’m a thunderstorm, you’re the sunshine that follows. If I’m the devil reincarnate, you’re an angel sent from above.

You’re the only person I want to be around after days like today.