If only he’d kept his
hands off of other women, they might have had a
chance.
She yanked her hands back
and stepped away. “You lost the right to touch
me when you started sleeping around.”
“Apparently I lost the
right long before then. Our sex life had been
non-existent for months.”
“Somehow I doubt that
bothered you very much.” At the look of
confusion on his face, she continued, “The truth
is you didn’t really want to touch me. Our sex
life had deteriorated to just going through the
motions. There was no…no…passion.”
“There was passion.”
“No, there wasn’t. But in
those pictures of you and Blondie there was
plenty of passion.”
He shook his head in
denial, which only served to increase her anger.
“Yes, Nathan. It was
I-can’t-wait-to-rip-your-clothes-off-and-have-animalistic-sex-with-you
passion. We didn’t have that.”
“Is that what you wanted?
Animalistic sex? Because if it was, all you had
to do was open your pretty little mouth and tell
me. I would have been more than happy to
oblige.”
“What was I suppose to do,
grab the back of your head and say fuck me
hard?”
“Yes.”
She gaped at him in
astonishment. He said it as if it were the most
natural thing in the world. As if all women did
things such as that on a regular basis.
Maybe they did. But she
didn’t. She couldn’t. Her parents had drilled
into her the importance of always being a lady.
Ladies simply didn’t do things like that.
His lips curved up
slightly. “You know, in the three years I’ve
known you, that’s the first time I’ve heard you
say that word.”
Heat rose to her face at
the realization of which word he was referring
to. “I was angry.”
“And now you’re
embarrassed.”
