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CONNOR
I thought she was asleep at first, she was so still. I got into bed with her and embraced her from behind. I kissed her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re still awake.” I kissed her neck, stroked her arm.
She withdrew. It was only a slight movement, but it spoke volumes. I felt as though she’d slapped me. I pulled myself upright. “How long are we going to go on like this?” I asked, frustrated.
She turned over to face me. “How can you even think about s*x, with all that’s happening to us?” she wanted to know.
“I need my wife,” I said.
“You have me.”
“Do I?” I asked, unconvinced. “Do you still love me?”
She hesitated. “Yes, I do,” she said. “My judgment when it comes to men is as crappy as it’s ever been.”
I could tell by the look on her face that she’d regretted the words as soon
