"Baby wake up" I heard a distant voice of Oliver.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw him sitting up on the bed looking at me. He smiled as my eyes met his. He was not wearing his shirt and the sights of his sculpted, hard abs stirred something in me.
I know I haven't been intimate with Oliver in over a month. I missed him, I really did. Sometimes I hoped he'd initiate because I didn't want to seem weak, although I knew that it wasn't weak to want your husband to make love to you. But he kept his distance and respected my space as I was grieving. But I needed him, I wanted to feel his body over mine, how his body warmth made me fuzzy and giddy, I loved it.
I snuggled closer and I saw how he stole a glance at my naked breasts. He wasn't even looking at them directly. I was disappointed so
