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He never made me feel rushed or foolish for being inexperienced. He treated me as though I mattered more than anyone else in his life.

The frightening thing was how completely I believed it.

Richard shifted beside me and slowly opened one eye. A smile tugged at his mouth.

“You’re staring.”

I laughed.

He kissed me and pulled me closer.

“Good morning.” His voice was still rough with sleep.

I smiled. “Morning.”

He kissed the top of my head. For a few moments neither of us spoke. I wished I could stay there all day.

Eventually I sighed and sat up.

“I should get ready.”

Richard frowned.

“Why?”

“My dad and I have lunch today.”

Recognition crossed his face.

“Sunday.”

“Sunday.”

He nodded.

“Right.”

I climbed out of bed and reached for my robe.

“I told him I’d meet him around noon.”

Richard folded his arms behind his head and watched me.

“Guess I’ll have to entertain myself.”

I smiled over my shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll survive.”

“It’ll be difficult.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“You love it.”

I laughed and walked back to the bed. Richard reached for me immediately. His hand settled against my cheek before he kissed me. The kiss started soft and sweet before deepening enough to make me forget why I’d gotten up in the first place.

When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his.