My Husband Doesn't Love Me
Yet, he stood up and flopped onto the couch, letting out a sigh.
“I think it’s time to sleep…” he whispered, standing.
“Yes, let’s,” she replied.
They went upstairs and stopped in the middle of the hallway.
“Good night,” he said, kissing her cheek.
“Good night,” she responded, looking into his eyes.
They lingered there, staring at each other with longing.
It was Pablo who finally found the courage, stepping slowly toward Jimena, trembling.
“If you want…” he whispered, gazing at her with intensity, warmth spreading through his body. He longed to have her, to feel her skin, to trace the curves that had once been his but that he had lost through his own stupidity.