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“So look me in the eye and tell me that nothing happened with Dean yesterday.”
Gripping the counter, I lean forward. “Nothing happened.”
“Don’t lie to me, Briar.”
“I can’t help but feel like youwishsomething happened with him yesterday,” I argue back.
“Why would I want that? Why the fuck would I want another man to touch my wife?”
“I don’t know,” I shout, throwing my hands in the air. “But you brought this young guy to live at our house, and then you left me with him here like you were testing me. I think youwantedhim to touch me.”
“I thinkyouwanted him to touch you,” he bellows.
“At least someone wants to!”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” As much as I hate the anger on his face, I love to see him riled up. Alive and fighting instead of breezing out the door and ignoring the massive fire blazing our lives to the ground.
“It means the only time we have sex anymore, Caleb, is when we have to. And even then, I see how much you hate it. Like it pains you to fuck me.”
“We just had sex last week!” he argues.
“One time!” I scream.
“I always want you, Briar. But yes, this fertility stuff has taken all the spontaneity out of it. I don’t like being told by an app when I can fuck my wife!”
“And that’s my fault?” I cry.
“I never said it was your fault.”
We’re both worked up, tightly wound, and ready to explode. Caleb slams his fist on the counter as he glares at me. “This has nothing to do with our sex life.”
“Caleb, right now, everything is about our sex life.”
Ignoring my argument, he continues, “Tell me right now, Briar. Do you want him?”
“Why? So you can donothingabout it? Do you really even care?”
“Oh, I’ll fucking do something about it,” he spits in return, his voice booming now.
“What will you do, Caleb? What would you honestly do if I told you I wanted him?”
“Do you?” he yells.
“Yes! Okay? I do want him. And I nearly let him fuck me yesterday, Caleb. Is that what you want to hear?”
His face contorts into anguish. “Why?”
“Why?” I screech. “Because helistensto me. He paysattentionto me. He makes me feel wanted and desired and like I’m more than just a fuckingbodyto make a fucking baby! Now I realize that I should have let him fuck me. Because then, at least, you’d be mad for a good fucking reason. Then maybe you’d finally fight for me.”
My tirade is so heated that I feel like the room around me grows fuzzy and out of focus. I don’t even notice when the door to the kitchen opens until I blink and notice a third person standing on the other side of the kitchen island.
He’s tall and shirtless in my periphery. My chest heaves from the outburst, and I’m staring at Caleb before glancing over at Dean.
“Jesus, I could hear you guys all the way in my apartment.”
I force my eyes closed so I no longer have to face my husband.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “You should go.”
