Richard’s POV
As I left Kate in the room, my mind wandered vastly. The different thoughts that clouded my head were overwhelming. From the s*x I and Kate had the previous day, down to that morning. I just couldn't understand why when she hugged me while she slept, I didn’t feel a hint of disgust like I felt for my past acquaintance.
I hated that feeling. I wanted to stop her because I hated how she made my rigid heart feel vulnerable and at ease. Perhaps it was her smile, or the way she talked so wittily, or the way she was so innocently and effortlessly addictive. I just couldn’t seem to put my finger on what exactly, but I didn’t like the feeling a bit.
Whenever I felt myself going off track, I always gave rules to make sure I didn't completely lose it. What if I treat her like my f
