#Chapter 94: Breakfast in Bed

Sunlight was already flooding the room when I stirred. The warmth of it kissed my bare shoulder, and the sheets tangled around my legs were soft and impossibly smooth. I blinked, adjusting to the golden spill of morning that had crept across the floor and onto the bed. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then I turned my head and saw him. Richard was propped against the headboard, bare chest exposed beneath the edge of the sheet, reading something on his tablet. His hair was still messy from sleep, and there was a faint crease on his cheek from the pillow. He looked like a man who hadn’t yet remembered the weight of the world. “You’re staring,” he said, without looking up. “You’re smug,” I murmured, stretching out under the covers. “Only because I have reason to be.” He finally turned to me, setting the tablet on the nightstand. “How are you feeling?” I thought about it. “Warm. Sore. Slightly scandalized.” “Good.” He leaned over and kissed my temple. “Then I had the ap