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Katie remains seated at the edge of the bed, fingers twisting together in your her as she waits. The wine she had buzzes through her veins, but it does little to calm the anxiety curling in her stomach. Every creak of the floorboard in the hall makes Katie tense. Every distant sound from the guest room—the opening and closing of drawers, the splash of water—sends fresh heat rushing through her body.

Richard emerges from the bathroom ten minutes later waist wrapped in a towel, hair damp and body still smelling of steam and soap. He stands in the doorway, watching Katie for a moment before crossing the room and sitting beside her. His hand finds hers again, squeezing gently. " You ok?" he asks quietly.

Katie nods and smiles despite the turning in her stomach. Richard throws on a pair of pajama pants and a sleeveless T-shirt that shows off his body well. Katie slides on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. Richard looks over at Katie as she slides the tank top on “I love you babe, umm should we get over there?”