A few minutes past eleven, Roy Lewis returned to the bedroom.
Richelle Dunn was leaning against the bed, holding an iPad and looking at something.
Roy went to wash up, and when he came back, Richelle was still sitting in the same position.
"What are you watching?"
Roy climbed next to her and put his arm around her shoulder.
Richelle leaned into his embrace, "I thought we could watch a movie together."
Roy felt a surge of guilt.
"I'm sorry, it's been so long, and I don't think we've even seen a movie together."
Richelle didn't mind, "What's there to apologize for? It's not like you're the only one who's busy."
Fortunately, Richelle was just as busy as he was, so she didn't have time to complain about Roy.
Even if Roy had time to take her to a movie or on a date, she might not have time to accompany him.
Roy felt comforted, lowered his head, and kissed her fragrant hair.
"When we're not so busy in the future, let's slowly make up for what we've missed."
