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That was supposed to mean something to him. Sure, maybe not as much as it meant to me. But he had to feel it. That undeniable pull that I felt. The need to be with him. In the three years that we’ve been married, he’s never touched me in a loving manner. Not for real anyway. Anytime he's put my palm into his hand, or carressed my cheek; It's been for the cameras and not for me. I’ve longed to feel his hands on my body. Hear the words that he’s spoken to her, whispered in my ear as he caresses my face for real.

he asked calmly. I swallowed hard and forced myself to step closer, even though every instinct told me not to. “Why do you keep hurting me? I’m trying my best here, Kennedy.” For a brief moment, he said nothing. Then he exhaled slowly, like I was something he had grown tired of explaining himself to. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asked. My hand had already reached for him without me realizing. “I’m trying to get my husband to make love to me,” I said quickly, my voice shaking. “I just want you to touch me… it’s been so long.”

He sat on the edge of the bed as he asked, "Now, tell me. What's the condition?" "Don't touch me again in the future." Darsh's brows furrowed. "I can't promise you that." "Why not?" I grimaced. "You're my wife. I can't stay without touching you." He remonstrated. "I don't consider you to be my husband. So, that's why I don't like you touching me. It makes me uncomfortable." I conveyed it sternly. "Is it?" The darkness grew on Darsh's face. He remained silent for a long minute.

Hubby quick to go take your shower and go for work, I'll be downstairs" I said quickly trying to leave. "Don't you want to touch me earlier?" he'd now sat up smiling at me lovingly like he always does. But one thing I don't understand is why I don't even have a single feeling for this man despite his attempts to make me feel loved. What should I do? My mind was in turmoil, I don't like him touching me either. "That...Em... I... Hubby I saw a dirt on your face so I tried taking it off, nothing like touching you" I lied quickly.

"We sleep in the same bed. What's the problem?" "Something is wrong. I can sense it." He settled on the armchair, listening to the distance I carved for. "I get you have this career and I know you're busy with it. Launching your book is not easy and it's taking a toil on you, especially making it reach your readers but you're behaving as if I don't exist anymore." I hated it. Everything. Why couldn't I be a normal lover for him? Why couldn't I touch him when I wanted to? Why couldn't I enjoy when we kiss anymore? Why his touches were making me flinch away?

She doesn’t go to the nursery but she bakes every time I go home and she’s working again. But when we were both swimming in the backyard I notice that she’s always wearing a one-piece while swimming and she doesn't let me touch her and she hates it when I touch her stomach… Is it because she’s still remember that incident when I do such thing? Or does she not love me anymore for her to do such thing? It made me overthink and I’m scared to asked her because I’m scared of her answers. It’s not even a year since we married but here I am doubting my wife’s love for me.

My heart started to pound hard in my chest, my skin prickling with strange chills. Why am I feeling like this? "Is it because I don’t touch you?" He said. "What?" "You know when a husband doesn’t touch his wife, she gets angry and starts to hate him. I believe that’s the issue here. You don’t really hate me, you just crave to be touched by me." I shook my head. "No, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong. I hate you for everything not just that." "Oh, so you admit that’s part of it?" He said with a faint, knowing smile.

What if that’s the same reason my husband got tired of me and avoided having sex with me for two years? Why are they doing this to me? I didn’t want Kay to go, I still have wet dreams about him and yes I want him so badly. “Wait!!” I said and stopped at once like he was waiting for my order. I had no idea what possessed my body but all I knew was that I rushed to him and grabbed him for a kiss. I expected him to hold me back…kiss me deeply like the way he always had. “Why? Don't you want to sleep with me anymore?”