Natalie's POV
I'd been faking orgasms for three years.
Three years of lying beneath my husband while he thrust into me with all the passion of someone filing taxes. Three years of making the appropriate noises at the appropriate times—breathy moans when he entered me, a louder gasp when he picked up speed, and finally a theatrical cry when he finished exactly two and a half minutes after he'd started.
Three years of waiting for him to roll off me, kiss my forehead, and tell me he loved me before falling asleep within sixty seconds, completely satisfied with his performance.
Three years of reaching for my vibrator the second his snores started, touching myself in the darkness of our shared bedroom, bringing myself to the orgasms he never could.
Three years of slowly forgetting what goo
