He heaved himself from the marital bed and wrapped his arms around his damp wife.
Maybe that was why he kept thinking of Holly in perverse ways.
She had just grown so much recently, emotionally rather than physically he supposed.
Heavy snores from his room told him his wife was deep asleep, and the soft rhythmic breathing coming from Holly's room told him the same.
Her door was slightly ajar, and he could just see her sleeping face from the slither of light that crept in from the hallway.
Hearing the water pressure drop as his wife stepped out of the shower, Richard jolted back from his daughter's door and hobbled back into the bedroom, tugging on his trousers in discomfort.