Things have been going okay with us. We're meeting Ashleigh, Tarryn and Chris tonight at Marrow, a new local brewery down the street from Ashleigh's house. Lots of hooting and hollering as we grown ups do when going out on the rare occasion that we can. Immediately, I go in for the shots presented to me. It doesn't take long before drunk, bubbly Liz comes out to play as I poke and prod at my husband's waist line. Pushing my butt towards him whenever he's behind me. He still messes with me occasionally if I've been drinking, even knowing I hate to be touched. I don't make a habit of physically flirting with him because, to him, that immediately means sex tonight. Oh to be able to hug and kiss and snuggle my husband without his expectations every. Single. Time. Fortunately, flirty high school Liz emerges on these nights and I actually feel relieved knowing that means my husband will get some without an argument and give me a break for a few weeks. I run my fingers up his side tickling him.
"Oh NOW you want to touch me...," he says with a dismissive tone. I give an innocent laugh, not taking it too seriously but his mood doesn't seem to shift. I can already see Ashleigh, Tarryn and Chris taking their attention elsewhere. They've seen it all before and want nothing to do with it. Who can blame them?
"Well, yeah. You can never hold me without it meaning sex to follow and I was feeling good. I don't bother touching you when I don't feel like doing it because it sets you up for disappointment. So, my apologies if you didn't want to sleep together tonight."
"Fuck this," he said as he walked out before stopping and turning to me, putting his mouth close to my ear. Don't you forget there was a time when all you wanted was to lure me in. I wanted you and you let me have you."
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Pilfer
General FictionWhen a part of your innocence as a child is taken, you soon realize much of your adult experiences have been robbed, as well.
