(Millie POV)
I pulled my knees out from under his hands. I stood up off the bed. I crossed the floor. I did not know what I was going to do until I was doing it, and the thing I was doing was to back myself against the wall by the closet door and to hold the door frame and to look at him from across the bedroom the way I had looked at him across the kitchen island the first morning of the affair.
“If you want me and not her, come get me,” I said. “Come get me. Don't sit on the bed and tell me. Don't pick a fight at dinner and tell me. Come get me.”
He got up off the bed. He crossed the floor. He did not put his hands on my face. He put them on my wrists and he pinned my hands above my head and he kissed my throat, and the kissing was not a kiss, it was an answer, and the answer was the
