Crawl To Me
“So what do you want?” I asked, staring incredulously at the man who’d just confessed he thought our s*x live was getting stale. It wasn’t arrogance that brought on my surprise, but genuine shock. I’d thought we’d had it pretty damn good, to be honest. We’d tried as many positions from the Kama Sutra that were achievable for people that didn’t practise yoga, played with toys, tried s******g and tying up... the list went on.
Jesse met my gaze, then shrugged.
“I don’t know, Daniella. I just know that what we’re doing now isn’t... enough for me. I love you, I really do, but I just don’t feel fulfilled in the bedroom.”
The way he shrugged made it seem like it didn’t matter to him. Like he was happy just to throw our relationship away, rather than reaching inside himself to work
