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Her hate for my doctor makes me chuckle. I turn to Sam. “Kayla doesn’t like Marcie because she’s into me.” Putting a hand at the corner of my mouth, I point at her and whisper, “Jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, Nate,” she snaps.
“Sure thing, little sunflower.” Putting my hand out again, I spell it out for her this time. “Come here.”
She takes a deep breath and finally comes my way. Sam scratches his throat, and he leaves without saying a word. He’s not one to waste his breath.
I take Kayla’s hand and wrap an arm around her waist. Her hair is still damp from the shower, and she smells of my body wash. I’m not sure I like that.
“What’s your usual body wash?”
“I don’t know,” she mutters, completely uninterested by my question.
“It smells like grapefruit. Do you know the brand?”
“Yeah, it’s called supermarket. Ever heard of it?”
“Which supermarket?”
“The closest one to my house. You’re being an annoying fuck.”
I ignore her usual insult and drop a kiss on her pouty lips. It’s not the way I want to. Really, I want to taste her like the finest meal. I want to devour her like the starved man I am. But it’s the kiss she deserves. Something brief, that will leave her wondering what I truly mean by it. Something to drive her mad.
“My dear wife,” I murmur against her mouth. “Will you cook me an omelet for breakfast? I’ve been craving one.”
She stays still when I kiss her again, inhaling a trembling breath. How satisfying to keep her on the edge.
She doesn’t answer, but she takes a step back and walks to the counter. Pointing at different cupboards, she asks, “Pans?”
I nod when she points at the right one, then go back to my phone. I could get used to this. My wife making me an omelet before I head to my first meeting of the day.
My eyes go to the article I’ve been reading.
How to support your partner if they have night terrors
The bullet list looks evident, and yet I realize I did none of those things last night.
1. Avoid waking them up.
According to the PhD in psychiatry who wrote the article, people can be violent during their night terrors, and they’re unlikely to wake up.
Sounds about right. Kayla almost slapped me yesterday.
2. Talk to them calmly and try to soothe them.
Okay, so I guess no shouting at her to stop her shit. Maybe stroking her sweet cunt will soothe her.
No. She likes violence with her orgasms, that won’t do. We’ll stick to cuddles.
3. Make the bedroom safe.
What the fuck? There’s more than thrashing around and screaming in my face? She could actually start walking around the room. That’s interesting…and a little terrifying.
4. Wake them before the terror begins.
I lean closer to my phone. People who have night terrors suffer from PTSD. If they’re not triggered by something specific in the environment, it’s possible the terrors happen around the same time every night. Okay, let’s start analyzing that.
“Nate?”
