she was really deeply sleeping. That sleep so deep with her lips slightly parted, and that little bit of drool that she’d be embarrassed about if I told her I knew she drooled in her sleep.
The snap of her flip-flops drew me from my thoughts. I turned toward the door, my heart melting into goo. My wife was gorgeous. Long auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders, so long it covered half her chest. It had been shoulder length the last time I’d been home. It was thick and curly, with a shine like silk.
She hugged herself, pulling the blue robe tighter around her body. She hid away her tits from view, but I remembered those. They were burned into my memory, so plump, round, and soft. I wanted so much, to see the body she was hiding from me now, to feel her beneath me as I surged into her depths.
She cleared her throat. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”
Did she even want me anymore? Or was the other night just because it had been two years of no sex? There was wariness in her expression, caution burning in her eyes as she stepped further into the room and turned down the bed.
I was nowhere close to being the best husband for her. Once upon a time, we’d been tight. Best friends. But with all that time apart, did I even know her anymore? Sure, I recognized certain mannerisms she’d always had and I could deduct how she was feeling from that, but for the first time, I realized just how much she had changed… no, how much she’d grown up. We weren’t kids anymore.
“Brody?”
“Hmm?” I blinked. Had I been staring? How long had I been standing there?
“You all right?”
“Uh, yeah…” I trailed off, and pinched my brow between my thumb and index finger for a few seconds. Where were the words I needed when I needed them? It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t know how to say it. “Listen… I know that I’ve not been the easiest guy to live with lately.”
She shrugged. “It’s been a tough transition for you. I know.”
That was one of the things I loved about her. She was forever understanding.
“I just… there’s stuff at work…”
“I know.”
“I want to be part of your life again,” I whispered.
She stopped on the other side of the bed, so she stood directly across from me. Sadness in her eyes nearly made my knees buckle. Was that not possible anymore? Was that why she looked sad? She sighed, slipped off her flip-flops and pushed them just under the bed. So… she did still like that side.
“You did wonderfully with the girls today. I mean, Jackie’s really taken with you, and Riley too.” Her breath hitched. It was only a brief moment, and she continued on like it hadn’t happened, but I caught it. “They want to spend more time with you. That’s good. They should know their father.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
I paused, trying to collect the words for what I needed to say. I’d never needed to ask her this. I’d never felt like it was necessary. But I’d been gone a long time. “It’s been a while. Me being home, I mean. And I thought… well, I thought maybe we could try to get to know each other again.”
“Like what do you mean?” The anxiety I saw in her face matched my own. Her head lowered and she picked at her fingernails. That was one of the mannerisms I remembered.
I hated this. I could raid far away buildings, and fight my way through mortar fire and IEDs, and enemy combat zones and exploding buildings… but I couldn’t tell my wife just how much I missed her, and how much I needed to feel another human being—her—against me.
Heart to heart. Skin to skin.
“Like… whatever.” I mumbled the words. God I was so screwing this up. “I just… I missed…”
“You want to have sex.”
God Almighty. The bluntness of her words had my face flushing.
“Uh…” Words vanished. “I… no… I mean, well, yeah… But no. Maybe.” I groaned, sunk to the edge of the bed, and covered my face in my
The snap of her flip-flops drew me from my thoughts. I turned toward the door, my heart melting into goo. My wife was gorgeous. Long auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders, so long it covered half her chest. It had been shoulder length the last time I’d been home. It was thick and curly, with a shine like silk.
She hugged herself, pulling the blue robe tighter around her body. She hid away her tits from view, but I remembered those. They were burned into my memory, so plump, round, and soft. I wanted so much, to see the body she was hiding from me now, to feel her beneath me as I surged into her depths.
She cleared her throat. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”
Did she even want me anymore? Or was the other night just because it had been two years of no sex? There was wariness in her expression, caution burning in her eyes as she stepped further into the room and turned down the bed.
I was nowhere close to being the best husband for her. Once upon a time, we’d been tight. Best friends. But with all that time apart, did I even know her anymore? Sure, I recognized certain mannerisms she’d always had and I could deduct how she was feeling from that, but for the first time, I realized just how much she had changed… no, how much she’d grown up. We weren’t kids anymore.
“Brody?”
“Hmm?” I blinked. Had I been staring? How long had I been standing there?
“You all right?”
“Uh, yeah…” I trailed off, and pinched my brow between my thumb and index finger for a few seconds. Where were the words I needed when I needed them? It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t know how to say it. “Listen… I know that I’ve not been the easiest guy to live with lately.”
She shrugged. “It’s been a tough transition for you. I know.”
That was one of the things I loved about her. She was forever understanding.
“I just… there’s stuff at work…”
“I know.”
“I want to be part of your life again,” I whispered.
She stopped on the other side of the bed, so she stood directly across from me. Sadness in her eyes nearly made my knees buckle. Was that not possible anymore? Was that why she looked sad? She sighed, slipped off her flip-flops and pushed them just under the bed. So… she did still like that side.
“You did wonderfully with the girls today. I mean, Jackie’s really taken with you, and Riley too.” Her breath hitched. It was only a brief moment, and she continued on like it hadn’t happened, but I caught it. “They want to spend more time with you. That’s good. They should know their father.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
I paused, trying to collect the words for what I needed to say. I’d never needed to ask her this. I’d never felt like it was necessary. But I’d been gone a long time. “It’s been a while. Me being home, I mean. And I thought… well, I thought maybe we could try to get to know each other again.”
“Like what do you mean?” The anxiety I saw in her face matched my own. Her head lowered and she picked at her fingernails. That was one of the mannerisms I remembered.
I hated this. I could raid far away buildings, and fight my way through mortar fire and IEDs, and enemy combat zones and exploding buildings… but I couldn’t tell my wife just how much I missed her, and how much I needed to feel another human being—her—against me.
Heart to heart. Skin to skin.
“Like… whatever.” I mumbled the words. God I was so screwing this up. “I just… I missed…”
“You want to have sex.”
God Almighty. The bluntness of her words had my face flushing.
“Uh…” Words vanished. “I… no… I mean, well, yeah… But no. Maybe.” I groaned, sunk to the edge of the bed, and covered my face in my
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