The first thing I saw when I open my eyes was Richard's unshaven face and a small smile fell on my lips.
He looked perfect.
So perfect I couldn't help but put my hand on his cheek, slowly and lightly so I didn't wake him up, then started tracing my fingertips all over his face, from his small nose, to his concentrated forehead then to his dark brown tousle hair that I was tempted to smell but I think that would probably be taking it overboard and quite frankly, that's a little creepy and the last thing I want is for him to wake up with my nose buried in the roots of his hair.
Tempting or not.
Sigh!
I still can't believe he's here though, with me, in my bed, sleeping as though it was a normal thing for the both of us, even though I do wish it will be, but it still felt so surreal as th
