CHAPTER 2

CRACKS IN THE MORNING

My eyes opened, as soon as I felt his hands rubbing on my thighs, I turn to him , “Morning” I say to him , smiling lightly as warmth floods through me at his touch. “Did you enjoy last night?” He asked with a smirk on his face . “I did ” I lied, he didn’t say anything to me after the sex last night.

He traces his hands from thighs up and softly cups my breasts, my breath hitched as he caressed them. “I want to give you more of that” he says as moves much closer now, he takes my hands and guides them to feel how hard his dick was. I gasp . He knows how to drive me crazy ,

“I want that” I mutter, looking into his eyes as i surrender to him. he turns me the other way , my back now facing him , he grabs my neck softly , as he slides his hard dick slide inside my soaked throbbing pussy, I moan after each thrust , “Take that dick” he says going faster, and faster and….”arghh” he cries pulling out .

I watch him quickly get up and get into the shower. I knew he wasn’t going to say anything to me after that, I got up slowly, wrapping my robe around me and went into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge, pulled out the eggs, and stood for a moment, staring at them. I used to pack him lunch every morning. I’d cut the sandwiches in triangles, add a small note, something silly like “Don’t skip lunch, Mr. Serious.” He used to text me a picture of it with a smiley face. But one day, I found the box untouched in his car, and the next day too. So, I stopped, and he didn’t even notice. The smell of toast filled the kitchen, I had two plates set out , I smile as I watch him walk in, dressed and ready for work, looking at his watch instead of me. I stare at the clock .

“You’re early,” I said, sliding his plate toward him. He shrugged. “Big meeting. Can’t be late.” “Right.” I sat across from him. “You should eat something, though, i know you work too hard” He looked at the food , and looked back at me “ I would be late if i eat right now, but I’ll just have the coffee” he says as he grabs the cup , i watch him sip, the steam curling between us like something alive. “ You could’ve just told me that you would not be having breakfast anymore” I said a little frustrated.

He pauses, glances at me, then sets the cup down. “I just don’t have the time some mornings” “Some mornings?” I try to laugh, but it comes out tight. “It’s been every morning this week.” He exhales slowly, rubbing his temple. “ Don’t you understand that I have to be early to work? Emma , it is still so early , you’re starting again.” “Starting what?” I ask, my voice rising before I can stop it. “You act like I’m keeping score, Daniel. I just… I’m trying here, you barely touch my food “

He looks at me properly now, his eyes unreadable. He stands, sliding his chair back. “Let’s not do this right now, Emma. I have to handle things at work and I am not having it with you this morning ” he says as he grabs his keys from the counter, slips his phone into his pocket, and heads for the door , I follow him like a shadow, “Then when, Daniel?” I ask, trying to catch his eyes. “You come home late, you leave early, and when you’re here, you’re somewhere else” . He looks at me like he wants to say something but decides against it. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I just have a lot going on. You wouldn’t understand.” “Don’t wait up tonight,” he added .

I watch him walk to the door, every step echoing in my chest. He opens it, then pauses like he might turn back, say something, anything. But he doesn’t. The door shuts softly behind him. I sink into the chair , agitation humming beneath my skin. My hands wrapped around my coffee mug, with my fingers drumming against it , eyes fixed on the door.

My chest feels hollow, like the house swallowed the sound of him and left me with silence , I remember the mornings when he’d pull me close while I cooked, kissing my neck and saying, “You smell like home.” I’d laugh and tell him to let me finish the eggs before they burned. Back then, love was loud. Now it’s quiet in all the wrong places. Where did I go wrong? he used to love breakfast.