I woke up the next morning to the fresh scent of shampoo and the soft press of warm lips against my skin. Richard kissed my cheek, my eyes, the tip of my nose, and finally my mouth. A smile spread across my face as I slowly opened my eyes.
He was already out of bed, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his waist. He leaned over me, still planting gentle kisses on my face.
“Good morning, baby,” he said softly.
“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice still heavy with sleep. “You’re up early.”
“Yeah, I have a few meetings today.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “But I promise I’m not going out to drink or coming home late. I’ll be back as soon as I wrap up at work, okay?”
“Hmmm, are you sure?” I asked, sitting up in bed.
“Positive.” He smiled and took both of my h
