Sexual passion

Chapter

Barry's POV

The ride home is filled with heavy silence, so heavy, like someone draped a big black cloak over us. I tried explaining to Violet back at the club, but she wouldn't listen. How could she even be upset with me? All I did was talk to a lady. She was the one grinding on guys and telling them she was single, yet I'm the bad guy? I don't understand what Violet wants from me. I'm trying so hard for our relationship to work, but it's beginning to feel like she's purposely trying to frustrate my effort. Does she not want the marriage anymore?

Since the ride started, she's been looking out the window. The way she's seated, it feels like she'll rather be in a romantic relationship with the door of the car than with me. The windows are down, and the cool night breeze is blowing, but my chest still feels tight, making it hard to breathe properly. I take a deep breathe and push my luck.

"Look, Violet-"

"Barry, save it. I told you I don't want to hear anything you have to