MY WILD OBSESSION
I cross my legs slowly, subtle, trying to get myself under control.
I catch it—just for a second.
Blake’s eyes drop.
Then lift again.
Like he noticed… and chose not to comment.
“You know,” I say, forcing my voice to stay steady, “I never believed in love. Or relationships. Or marriage.” I let out a soft, bitter laugh. “But sex? Sex has always been everything to me.”
I shift slightly, frustration bleeding through my words. “And now I’m being deprived of it by my own husband.”
He doesn’t interrupt. He’s listening too closely.