I was startled by someone banging on my front door. Glancing at the alarm clock, I noticed it was just after midnight. I had been tossing and turning since I laid down, unable to sleep. Looks like my insomnia was back in full force. Awesome. I got up and went to the door, wondering who the hell was at my house. When I looked through the peephole, I saw an irritated Richie. I opened the door quickly. "Richie? What's wrong? Did something happe-" he cut me off. "Not a word Claire. I've got to be on a job site for 6am. That gives me 5 hours to sleep and an hour to get there. You... Bed... Now..." He growled, pointing at me then down the hall. He shut my front door and locked it, then guided me towards my bedroom. We laid down and he sighed. "I couldn't sleep." He said. "Me either. I've been tossing and turning since you've dropped me off." I admitted shyly. "Come here honey." Richie opened his arms and I snuggled up to him, drifting off nearly instantly. His steady breathing and relaxed posture told me that he was asleep. I wasn't far behind him, falling asleep with a grin on my face.

When I woke the next morning, Richie had ready left for work. I hopped in the shower and then got ready for work. I was a little frustrated with myself, it was pathetic really. I couldnt sleep without Richie. The only saving grace was that he apparently could no longer sleep without me either. I grinned to myself as I texted him.

C- have a good day!

R- I'm too big for that doll-sized bed of yours. We're sleeping at my place tonight.

C- it's not doll-sized! You're just freakishly large. :P

R- your entire house is doll-sized. I have to duck to walk the rough the door. be glad you're cute... ;)

I giggled to myself and got back to work. I was a paralegal at a law firm here in Tampa, and my days passed pretty slowly. A while later, I was sitting in my office debating whether or not I wanted to go grab lunch when I heard a commotion outside by the lobby. I scrambled to the door to see what was going on, and every female in the building was gathered around gaping at the man that walked in. "There's my girl!" I heard a familiar gruff voice say. I looked up and saw Richie. He was looking extra scrumptious today, straight off the job site. He had on some tight, well worn jeans, work boots, and a burgundy plaid snap-down shirt over a grey tank top. Good lord the man was beautiful. He made his way towards me and scooped me up, spinning me around in a one arm hug that had me giggling as he set me back down. The women looked on in envy. I preened. "Hungry beautiful? Thought we could have lunch in your office." He said, holding up a big bag of food. "Mmm! Lunch! Gimme!" My stomach growled and I reached for the bag. Richie chuckled and held it up out of my reach. "Riiichhiiieeee... I'm little, that's cheating! Feed me!" I whined, stomping my foot. He laughed and swooped in for a kiss. I lead him to my office, and closed the door behind us. My co-workers gawked through the windows. "For such a small woman, you can out eat most men. You know that?" He grinned as I scarfed my lunch. "You're one to talk! You eat like a horse!" I pointed to the two 12" sub sandwiches he had for himself, along with the personal pizza, chips, and a cookie. "I'm a big boy..." He shrugged. "Uh-huh..." I mumbled, eyeing him up and down. My eyes locking about 6 inches south of his belt buckle. "Pervert." He smirked. I nodded happily. "Your fault." I shrugged. He looked smug at that. We talked over lunch then my hands ended up wandering. When I reached for his belt buckle, he caught both my hands in his and pulled them behind my back, leaning down to give me a kiss that had my knees turning to jelly. "I'll see you tonight sweetheart." He grinned. I nodded, blushing. As he walked out of the building, I overheard the women's comments. 'That body!' 'He's so big!' 'Those jeans!' 'That ass!' 'All that hair!' The list went on and on. Yeah, I was pretty damn lucky. I was also falling fast and hard. I cringed at that last thought. I wasn't sure what Richie was looking for, if he wanted something serious or to keep things light. As much as I was dreading it, I'd have to talk to him about that tonight.