Wife said, “We're not intimate enough to be married.” I smiled “I'm out, and going to...

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Don't," she whispered. "Not with heat or fear, just boredom. Cold as bathroom tile." I froze, my hand still resting on her hip beneath the duvet. "You've got a headache again." Amber exhaled, irritated. "Yes, Dean." "Again? Can we not do this tonight?" My hand dropped. I turned on the lamp, throwing soft yellow light across our bedroom. "It's been ... Read More