Your Man by Josh Turner
Looking around, Shawn sighed at the intimacy. Candles, wine, and Karate Kid on the TV. Jules was curled up in his chest as he stroked her hair, her rhythmic breathing pressing little bits of air again his arm every few seconds. He liked this, the kid fighting on screen coupled with the cuddling on the couch with his favorite woman. He couldn't believe he had this with the woman he loved.
Pure bliss. There was no way any one had ever felt as good as he did. This should have been boring and very uncomfortable. After all, he was seated at a weird angle and he could barely hear the TV, yet it felt right, and even then, Shawn felt alright.