An interrupted session

Molly:

Farrell and I headed home. It had only been one day but I for sure missed Italy. Even though I didn't get a proper introduction, meeting his family has to be the top of my worst experiences so far.

The fact he was probably hurt still pricked my heart. If only he could let me in. I had tried in many ways. I didn't want to just be an object he obsessed over, I wanted to be his companion. The fact we were married meant more than having sex regularly, and buying expensive things. But I doubt he realized that.

I was tired of staying at home too. I needed a job to get out and see the world. While I was lost in thought the door to the room was flung open and Farell walked in.

He leaned against the door shirtless with a plain expression on his face. I watched him in confusion before he sauntered up to me.

"You look full, and I do not like it," he said standing in front of me.

He lifted my chin to get a better view of my face then I took a deep breath before blurting out the words.

"I