I shifted slightly, and his arm that was draped around me tightened instinctively.
“Don’t,” he murmured, voice low with sleep, the kind that vibrated against my bones. “Stay.”
A shiver ran down my spine. Stay. As though it was the simplest thing in the world.
I swallowed. “We're literally still at my job, Richard...”
“I know.” His lips brushed my shoulder, lazy, unhurried. “That’s not a reason to move.”
I turned my head enough to glance at him. His hair was mussed, jaw shadowed, his eyes were fixed on me with that quiet intensity that always made it hard to breathe.
“Richard,” I started, but my voice came out softer than I meant.
He shifted then, propping himself up on one elbow, watching me. For a second, I thought he was about to kiss me, but instead he asked, with that deep, stea
