I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. The water burned my skin, but I scrubbed harder, trying to wash away his words along with the sweat. My chest felt tight. I cried quietly under the spray. When I finally came out, I smelled like my favorite lavender soap. I put on a soft nightdress and hoped tonight would be different.
Ryan was already in bed, scrolling on his phone. I climbed in beside him, heart beating fast. My body felt restless. It had been so long since he touched me with any real desire. I moved closer and placed my hand on his chest.
“Ryan,” I whispered. “I'm sorry about earlier. Can we… be close tonight?”
He shifted away. “Not now, Bella. I’m tired.”
I tried again, sliding my hand down his arm. “We’re married. I miss you, I really
