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“Oh, angry sex is the best sex,” Thea declared.
When the rest of the group nodded, I looked at Johnny. And once our friends started getting the next round of the tournament set up, I leaned toward my husband and whispered, “We might need to find something to argue about, just so we can experience that.”
He lifted his hand to the side of my face, smiled at me, and replied honestly. “I don’t think I could ever truly be angry with you, Kiera, but we can certainly brainstorm, if you want.”
I bit my lip. “I want.”
Johnny chuckled. “We’re already failing miserably at it.”
I rolled my eyes, cuddled in closer, and returned my attention to the game. And while the conversation never ventured back into the same territory, I had to admit that I couldn’t stop thinking about what our friends had said.
They believed in the relationship Johnny and I had with one another.
While I knew it didn’t have any bearing on where we were or how we’d do things with each other moving forward, I loved that our friends could see our connection and devotion to one another, and I couldn’t help from feeling extraordinarily grateful to have such a wonderful man in my life.
SEVEN
Kiera
One year, ten months later
Things were changing.
Time was fleeting.
I’d been feeling it for quite some time, and it was breaking my heart.
Years ago, I never could have imagined that I’d wind up where I was now. I wondered how it was possible to go from being completely, totally in love, to this.
The thing was, I still loved Johnny. I was stillin lovewith him. But as the months ticked by, it was becoming harder and harder to rely on the memories of better times to remind me why I was in love.
The worst thing about all of it was that Johnny and I weren’t falling apart in a way that was obvious. Hell, I wondered if he was even feeling a fraction of what I was feeling.
Somehow, despite all of our best efforts, Johnny and I seemed to be consistently on opposite schedules. When things were exceptionally busy for me, he seemed to have more spare time. And when everything slowed down for me, Johnny was usually diving into a big project.
We had spent the last couple of years working hard to build our dream careers, and there was no question that we’d both managed to do a great job in our professional lives. I was beyond happy about how successful I’d been, and I was willing to bet that Johnny would have said the same about the work he’d been doing.
But our personal lives had suffered tremendously. Our love life was undoubtedly being neglected.
Of course, I didn’t think either of us had done it intentionally, but I knew that neither one of us was attempting to do anything to rectify it.
I missed him.
I missed the man who’d captured my breath and stolen my heart.
It seemed impossible that I could climb into the opposite side of our bed every night and have him sleeping beside me while feeling like he was so very far away from me. We just didn’t have the time with each other now that we used to have before.
It wasn’t that we didn’t have any special time together, but nothing about it was spontaneous. We’d fallen into the awful routine of celebrating things in the most mundane way every single time.
If it was his birthday, we went out for dinner, came home, and made love.
If it was my birthday, we went out for dinner, came home, and made love.
If it was our anniversary or some other special occasion, the celebration was always the same. We went out for dinner, came home, and made love.
And while I’d never balk at having any time with him—there was nothing wrong with dinner and lovemaking—all of the other things we both loved were missing.
We had our friends, of course. I often found myself wondering if I was being too picky about where our lives were now, because whenever our friends were around, we were frequently hearing just how lucky we were to have found each other.
