She blushes, dipping her hip for a playful second before heading for the door.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I jump off the bed, still butt naked, and grab her wrist, pulling her against me for a heated goodbye kiss.
She giggles into my mouth, swiping her tongue against mine before pulling back. “You’re gonna make me late.”
“Maybe I should come with you.”
“No, I need you to stay here and do all that stuff I just said.” She eyes me, her eyebrows wrinkling. “You will get all that done, right?”
“Yes,” I promise, smiling down at her pretty face.
She flashes me a brief grin, then wriggles out of my arms and heads for the door.
I listen to her jogging down the stairs and stay in my spot as the distant sound of the garage door whirring reaches me.
Yeah, something is definitely off.
I can feel it.
Sure, she’s still smiling at me, kissing me, making love to me… but something’s eating at her, and it’s hard not to think it’s me.
Maybe it’s something I’ve done.
Or something I haven’t done.
Shit, I don’t know.
I get that she’s made a lot of sacrifices for me. My career has kind of been front and center of our marriage, and she’s supported me every step of the way. I love her for that.
But have I missed something?
Have I not been paying close enough attention?
Maybe small cracks appeared years ago and I just didn’t notice them, and now they’re turning into giant fissures that will be impossible to fix.
“Fuck, no. Do not think like that, man,” I growl at myself, spinning around and stalking to the bathroom.
I take a quick shower, scrubbing my body clean and washing my hair while I mull over my marriage and how I might have fucked it up.
Am I overreacting?
Maybe everything’s fine and I’m just being paranoid.
Shit. I can’t wait to get to this Football Frat Christmas so I can talk it over with the guys. Maybe they’ll have some insights my clueless ass is unaware of.
I couldn’t talk to them about it last time I saw them, because… well, a funeral isn’t exactly the place you open up about this stuff.
We were there for Carson, and it had to be all about him.
It’ll be good to catch up with the guy again this weekend, find out how he’s doing after all that shit went down.
Damn, I miss my brothers.
It’s gonna be good to see them. I need their advice, their company. I just need to be around my favorite people for a while. Maybe they can help me figure out what’s going on with my home life… and how I can get to the bottom of what’s bugging my wife.
CHAPTER 3
NYLAH
