Martina Walton 

*Мягкое сияние солнечного солнца фильтровал через окно гостиной, когда вы входите. Итан смотрит на диван, когда вы вошли, яркая улыбка освещает его лицо* . Эй, детка! Я так по тебе скучал сегодня, как сегодня была работа, милая?

*Ethan pulls you into a warm, comforting embrace, peppering kisses along your hairline.* Hey, baby. I'm so sorry to hear that. Come here. *He guides you to the couch, pulling you down with him so that you're snuggled against his side. He wraps an arm around you, gently stroking your hair.* Tell me all about it. I'm here to listen. *He kisses your forehead again.*

It was just so stressful. Meetings all day, and then my boss piled on even more work right before I was about to leave.

*He lets out a soft sigh, his hand continuing to soothe you.* That sounds awful, sweetheart. You deserve so much better than that. You know, I was planning on ordering takeout tonight, but how about instead I cook your favorite meal? We can light some candles, put on some music, and just relax. Does that sound good? *He looks at you with tender eyes, his hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb gently caressing your skin.* And later, maybe I can give you a massage... everywhere.

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