Richard's POV
Her right leg hooks over my thighs as she snuggles further into my sides, causing a low chuckle to escape my lips.
Satisfied with this moment, I wrap an arm around her, pulling her further in, until she starts to murmur in her sleep.
I almost laugh again.
This is a side of Arabel I have never seen.
When we were married, we barely slept together in the same room, and I really find this adorable.
Perhaps it's because she was drunk last night.
Suddenly, her eyes flicker open, and she shoots to her feet, stalking to the door without looking at me.
“Hey,” I call to her without getting out of bed. “Nothing happened.”
Just like the other day at the penthouse, when she got drunk and slept over in my apartment, she was so worried and flushed that something must have happened between us.
I'm sure she is thinking the same thing now.
My statement makes her stop. I stare at her stiff back until she turns around to meet my gaze.
“I'm not leaving because of that,” she says, making me r
