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Chapter 28

MILA

"And you left there crying, wondering what I did wrong"

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Three weeks later.

"Baby?" I heard Theo call out for the sixth time from our bedroom while I tried to ignore him and focus on confirming paint colors for my office.

In the span of these three weeks, I've never felt as stressed as I do right now.

My parents have been calling nonstop to make sure everything is in order. My father called a few favors to make sure my office space is in the most desirable area.

After Theo called my name once again, I finally decided to get up and see what he wanted. "What?" My tiredness apparent in my voice and body language.

"I was trying to ask you if you wanted to keep this mattress or buy a new one."

I looked over to the bed in the middle of the room and fidgeted with the ring on my left hand, then thought for a moment. We're going to be moving to a more family-friendly area soon.

"I don't care, Theo. Whatever you want to do," I sighed then got back to work. "Mila, I'm trying here."

"Well try harder!" I spat. "You made this mess, and now you'll clean it up." I was referring to the incident in Italy. We still haven't bounced back, and I'm worried.

Theo and I haven't been seeing eye-to-eye, but I do see he's trying—I do. I can't make it easy on him. The easier I forgive him, the more he'll think treating me like trash on the side of the road is okay.

I spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone with building inspectors and stuffing my face with peanut butter.

I don't know why, but peanut butter has been at the top of my cravings list.

Theo walked into the living room shirtless, and still dripping wet from his shower. His hair was wild, just how I like it, and he walked to the refrigerator to grab a water.

I stared for a minute, thinking about what's under the towel around his waist.

He must've read my mind, because before I knew it, his lips were on mine and he was carrying me to the couch.

He laid me on my back, kissing me from my lips to my belly, then stopped to admire me.

When he looked into my eyes, I didn't feel the lust I usually felt right before he'd meet his lips to my cunt.

"Theo," I said lowly, then moved him from on top of me. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling it tonight."

What the hell is wrong with me?

When have I ever denied his mouth?

"Okay, baby." He sighed, then kissed my forehead before walking into the bedroom and shutting the door.

I want to tell him that it isn't him, but it's me. I get aroused, then right when he's about to go down on me, I stop him.

It's been like this the past two times we were in this exact position. The time before, I had let him because I knew how much he wanted it. And I did too, but something was off.

I waited to walk into our bedroom, and when I did, I saw him laying on his side of the bed with his back turned.

He's been really understanding about me not wanting sex, but there's only so much a man can take. We went from fucking like rabbits to barely fucking at all.

I laid there beside him, then tried to snuggle up against him, but he wouldn't budge.

I knew he was awake, but I gave him his space. Turning over, I switched off the lamp on the table next to me, then fell fast asleep.