I spent almost an hour sitting next to Richard's bed, who was now fast asleep, while his hand continued to hold mine tightly.
"You really are the most troublesome man I've ever met, Richard Clark," I whispered, propping my chin as I watched my boyfriend's face, whose eyes were still closed. "And even stranger, I don't mind anything you do to me at all."
In fact, if it were with other people, including my ex-boyfriends, I would definitely be really annoyed every time I found them doing something as they pleased without asking my opinion first.
But with Richard?
I didn't mind anything he did at all, except when he casually asked me to be the household manager, which was clearly outside of my agreement when I agreed to temporarily replace Jess.
"Well, I still can't accept that one, but..."
