I was looking at something the other day and realized two things. One was that this story has been going for a year now and the other is that I, being the idiot I am, missed Royai day this year. I got mad at myself and then remembered that June 11th was the day that my brother, who is in the Navy, had come home from a 6 month deployment so we were in Florida. Sorry about that. On a lighter note I want to thank every one who reads these, recently this story came to a total of 10,000 hits. I'm sure that's nothing to be who write better than I do, but it made me very happy. Thank you!
This chapter was inspired by the song "You Look Good in My Shirt" by Keith Urban.
Roy pulled his arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the light that was filtering through his bedroom curtains. It was then that he realized that the other side of the bed was empty. He sat there slightly confused for a moment until the scent of bacon frying floated into the room.
There was a smile on his lips as he walked into the kitchen to see Riza standing at the stove in nothing but one of his shirts; the diamond ring he had given her sparkling in the sunlight. The shirt was long enough to cover her but short enough to show off her perfectly toned legs. She was humming to herself and didn't hear his footsteps as he walked up and wrapped his arms around her.
"You have no idea how good you look in that shirt." He said, his lips moving against her neck.
"Well then I guess I'll have to find more opportunities to wear it." She answered as she turned around to give him a quick kiss.
"I think I can help you with that." He answered with a smirk.