BEAUTIFULLY UNFAITHFULLY
He actually shifted his body further to the edge of the mattress, as though my touch burned him, as though I disgusted him, the movement wasn't dramatic, and that was what made it worse; it was casual, instinctive.
A man stepping away from something unpleasant.
His gaze hardened, "Laurel."
I hated the warning tone in my name. The absolute exhaustion of it, the annoyance, as though I were creating a problem out of nothing, like wanting affection from my own husband after almost two years of starvation, was an unreasonable demand.
I pulled my hand back, tucking it against my chest, and looked down at my lap. "Sorry."
The word slipped out automatically, I was always apologizing these days, sorr