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Thirty-five
"It's fine," I mutter with my eyes cast down, scrubbing my body harder than necessary.
I feel his presence behind me but I don't let up with the scrubbing until he grabs the loofah from me. A scowl settles on my face, I glare at him when he comes into view and sigh when a smile flits to his lips, he has a weird sense of humour, nothing about this is funny. He traces a line on my lower lip, goes up to my scalp and my hair cascades down.
"I like your hair down," he mutters as he runs his fingers through them.
Twirling a strand of hair around my finger, I look away from him and say, "I know."
He hooks a finger under my jaw and my breath catches in my throat
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Surprise washes over me at his one-word command, I blink, staring into his eyes to confirm my suspicions. "W... What?"He hooks a finger under my jaw. "Strip.""Brandon," I start in a whisper and he grows stiff, his hand on my jaw returns to his side. He arches an eyebrow, I swallow and place my hands on his knees, determined to talk him out of this. I am tired of him trying to use sex as a cover-up for his pain, talking to your spouse helps solve half the problem. "Sex doesn't solve everything.""It doesn't but for now, it will have to do." He traces a line on my collarbone, I shiver and he pulls down the strap of my gown. I shake my head, prepared to counter him when he says, "Strip and get on the bed.""No," I say while swatting his arm to adjust my nightwear. "Let's talk about it, that's what couples do. I
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I wake up with Brandon's arms around my waist, his leg between mine and our bodies pressed against each other. My muscles scream in protest when I try to push him off in an attempt to get out of the bed and a new wave of annoyance hits me when his arms tighten around my waist. He stirs, runs his fingers across my naked stomach before trailing a line down my hips. I freeze, waiting for his breathing to return to normal so I can try again."El," he murmurs when I finally pry his arms off me, his voice unusually low and his hand blindly searching for me. "Don't leave me."My body goes rigid, the butterflies in my belly flutter as my feet connect with the floor and I cast a tentative look at him. His closed eyelids, the wrinkles that appear on his forehead and the rising and falling of his chest call attention to me. I sigh, my decision to sneak out of the room crumbling like my resolve
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"I don't like it when you disobey me or you are being disrespectful," he murmurs against my ear with a squeeze of my butt. I lift my head from the crook of his neck to stare at him. "It drives me crazy with the need to punish you and I can't help it sometimes.""We won't always agree on everything," I say while caressing the scar at the nape of his neck and he goes rigid for a second. I litter kisses all over his jaw until he relaxes, then reciprocate the smile on his face. He urges me to continue, I nod and pucker my lips.I have a strong suspicion his statement has something to do with my reaction to our last argument in France, I am not the best version of myself when I'm upset. He slides his index finger down my lower lip, I smile and give him a peck which earns me a chuckle."We might not always agree on everything but I will try to control
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