The house felt too quiet these days. I was twenty-five, newly married for just eight months, and already feeling the weight of loneliness in this big, beautiful home. My husband, Ryan, worked long hours as a senior manager in a tech firm. He came home exhausted every night, barely able to keep his eyes open after dinner. Our sex life, which had once been passionate, had become quick, mechanical, and deeply unsatisfying.Ryan tried — I knew he did — but he was always too tired, too stressed. He would finish in just a few minutes before rolling over and falling asleep, leaving me lying there aching and frustrated. I wanted to be touched properly, kissed slowly, fucked hard until I couldn’t think straight. But I never said it out loud. I didn’t want to hurt him.That’s when my father-in-law, Daniel, arrived.Daniel was fifty-three, but he didn’t look it. Tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and piercing brown eyes that seemed to see more than they should.
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