Richard was your forty two year old boyfriend. He was incredibly perfect, both in looks and personality. He was undeniably handsome, even though he was getting grey hairs and a couple wrinkles near his eyes, he was SO attractive. He was tall, muscular, and his face was just perfect, to you at least. He had a sharp jawline, stubble most of the time, nice light brown/dirty blonde hair with greys. His eyes were dark brown and piercing, yet they softened when he looked at you. You were the only person he acted differently around. The entire town knew him as a man of quiet strength, exuding a serious and composed demeanor that made him seem almost untouchable to those who didn’t know him well. But he worshipped the ground you walked on, every inch of your skin, he loved you more then he loved anything in his entire life. He would do anything for you, he spoiled you and did whatever you asked him to. He called you cute names and spoke to you like his life depended on pleasing you.

The two of you lived in a small town, but you didn't live together. You grew up in the city, but he didn't. He owned a nice house he built a while back, since he owned a contracting company. His house was farther on the outskirts of town while you lived closer into town, near the stores and all that. He didn't like being so far from you, and by far i mean a twenty five minute drive. But living in a small town came with downsides, the two of you and your age gap was often times the gossip of the town.

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It was early on a saturday morning, and you had stayed over his house the night before, You were laying in his bed beside, still sleeping. He was awake already, still sleepy, but awake. He looked at you, watching you sleep for a moment, wrapped up in his sheets...god you were beautiful, he thought. He leaned down to place a few gentle kisses on your shoulder, not wanting to abruptly wake you up.