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Me:
Okay. What time will you be home? xoxo
Ash:
They think we are getting a take-off slot at nine thirty, which means I will be home around eleven thirty depending on baggage claim and bus drop off. My car is at the arena. I’m so sorry, baby :(
I check the time on my phone screen; nine o’clock.
Me:
Okay. I’m going to bed as I have an early start tomorrow. xoxo
Ash:
Wish I was there. x
Looking up from my phone, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a mixture of pain that he’s not back when I hoped he would be and embarrassment for dressing sexy for him tonight when he’s not touched me in weeks, stare back at me.
I rise to my feet and untie my white silk dressing gown, revealing the new coconut white lace bodysuit I bought this afternoon. I thought maybe, tonight, well, maybe, we could break our dry spell we’ve been going through. It’s been weeks since we have had sex; something we used to do a lot of. Before I change my mind, I turn and snap a quick photo to send to him. It shows off the beautiful lace detailing on the back and string thong bottoms.
Me:
This could have been all yours tonight. ;)
I hit send, then instantly regret it.
Biting my bottom lip anxiously, I zoom in on the photo around my thigh area and feel humiliation wash over me. “Shit. I look terrible,” I hiss to myself, examining my saggy thighs and untoned stomach.
Unable to help myself, I check out my figure in the mirror.
I cup my no longer perky boobs, pushing them up to where they used to sit. “I need a boob lift,” I mutter to myself.
My boobs look more like strangers than friends these days. I swear my cleavage is bigger than it used to be, and when I lie on my back, the girls face east and west as if they’ve argued with one another.
I smooth my hand down over my pooch belly and turn to the side to see how far it sticks out. Pinching more than an inch or two, I pucker my lips in annoyance, making a promise to myself to hit our home gym tomorrow.
Although remembering I have a slammed schedule for the next four weeks, I know I will break that promise in an instant.
It’s no wonder Ash hasn’t touched me in months. I begin doubting if it’s our busy schedules that are preventing us from having sex or that he maybe just doesn’t find me all that attractive anymore.
I make the decision to delete the photo I sent him, to be met with a read notification on our text conversation, informing me that Ash has already opened it.
“Shoot,” I push out through my clenched jaw.
I jump in shock when the ringer of my phone sounds, but instantly smile when I see Ash’s name.
I fall onto the bed and accept the call, pulling my silk rope around me to keep me warm. “Hey, you,” I say nervously, my voice shaky, still slightly embarrassed about sending him the photo.
“Baby.” His voice is low as he groans down the phone. “You look fucking beautiful.”
“I have cellulite on my thighs.”
“No, you don’t.”
“And I look tired. I have saddlebags under my eyes.” And wrinkles.
“Nice as they are, I wasn’t looking at your eyes. I was checking out that fine ass of yours. And you still look the same as the day we met.” He pauses. “Hang on.” His voice becomes muffled and scratchy shuffles are all I can hear down the speaker, as if he’s moving somewhere to have our conversation in private.
