“Good. Went to the gym, wrote a couple pieces for my new poetry book.” I simply reply. He smirks and looks at me when we halt at a red light momentarily.
The smell of perfume and air freshener lingers in the car while he drives. As if he at least attempted to cover up what felt like infidelity before I came. Sometimes, I wondered if things had been different had I suggested something else that night, if I had moved on rather than holding on.
“Right, I forgot I was married to a New York Times bestseller.” He tells me in adoration. More often than not it felt as if we were friends instead of significant others, but not wanting to turn down the compliment he utters, I smile. I playfully punch his shoulder again, the both of us giggling playfully as he tries to defend himself.
Thats so hot
“Youre in an awfully good mood today.” I tell him, happy about the moment were sharing. Moments like these give me confidence that we can eventually rebuild our marriage, that we can have the relationship we once had again.
“Yeah, I got some good head from a new intern before I picked you up.” I was absolutely clueless. Thats probably why he was late, and sounded so exasperated over the phone. Because he was with someone else when he was supposed to remember to pick me up.
He rolls his eyes before replying, “Why cant you reschedule movie night to another night?
“Cool.” I try to reply enthusiastically. Truthfully, I can only take so much of his crude remarks and blatant honesty.
“What about you?” He asks, lifting his eyebrows up and down suggestively, “You getting it in?” He asks me. I fake a laugh at his childish behavior.
“Ive been busy.” I simply reply. He nods, and the rest of the ride back to our place is in silence.
“Hey Love, I bumped into a girl at the gym the other night and she wants to go out tonight, would it be alright with you if I cancelled movie night?” Harry pokes his head in as im writing one of the pieces to my new book. Lees verder