I was home for the evening, enjoying the quiet comfort of my space, and Rian—my boyfriend—was coming over to spend the night. He showed up while I was still in the shower, but instead of just waiting around, he made himself at home. He picked out a movie, dimmed the lights, and even took the time to prepare some snacks. That’s just how he is—effortlessly thoughtful without making a big deal out of it.

By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I had on my new pajama set that had just arrived that morning. It was a little treat I got for myself—black shorts with delicate lace trimming hugging the edges, and a soft pink camisole with matching lace that added just the right touch of sweet and sexy. I felt cute, confident, and kind of excited to see Rian’s reaction.

As I walked into the living room, still towel-drying my hair and casually glancing at the screen, Rian turned to look at me—and completely froze. Then, with that signature smirk of his, he leaned back against the couch, one eyebrow raised.

“Well damn,” he said, eyes sweeping over me like I was the main event. “I thought we were watching a movie, not you putting me in a trance.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool—but I couldn’t help the grin tugging at my lips. God, he was so annoying. And so right.