“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. Truthfully, movie night was the one thing I was looking forward to this week. I would finally be able to get some alone time with Harry. Him holding me and the occasionally contact of his shoulder to mine as we sat next to each other on movie nights was the closest id been to him in a while.
“Weve had these plans in place Harry. Besides, you have booty calls set up every other day of the week, why does this one matter so much to you?” I reply bitterly.
“Cmon, babe, she almost won Miss America in, like, college or something. Please, baby? I swear ill make it up to you.” He wraps his arms around my neck from behind. A flame of hurt grows in my chest and I turn to look up at him 
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I sigh before speaking, “Sometimes I feel like you put your booty calls before me.” I honestly tell him. Tears involuntarily well up in my eyes, but I fake shyness and look down at my shoes to avoid confrontation.
“Well what do you expect me to say, Y/n? Youre the one who suggested we even do this thing to begin with.” He replies, his voice distraught. My lip begins to quiver and I stare up at him. His expression softens and he sighs.