Richard's POV.
The feeling in the air was warm for a change, unlike the chilly wind that came with most mornings. I made my way up the stairs and down the hallway, pretty sure Alex's room was the last door on the right.
Without much enthusiasm, my attention remained on the view outside. Everything was bathed by the heat of the sun, the neighborhood bustling with life.
With the beautiful day came the instinct to stay at home. Either that or because this stupid migraine needed to be dealt with.
Someone needed to cover me up at work today, and I couldn't think of anyone better than Alex.
Stopping right in front of her cream-colored door, I sucked in some pounds of air just in case she managed to steal my breath from me as she always did. That was the feeling I got around her; like s
