Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

17. I Lost The Spark

*Aeron's P.O.V*

"Harry," I whisper.

I had gotten home from my alone time a half hour ago and now I was downstairs with Harry; on the couch, sitting in his lap. I was facing him with my arms tucked behind his torso and forehead pressed into his shoulder.

His fingers were drumming rythmically to the sound of a beat that only he could hear, steadily on the lower part of my back, while his other hand ran through my hair.

It was nice to say the least, but there was something gnawing away at me.

Our sex life.

"Hm?" He asked.

I sighed into the fabric of his clothes and tears stung at the back of my eyes as the memory of the last time I told him. Well, Liz told him about our sex life, flooded my brain.

I squeezed my eyes shut to block the tear flow, but it didn't work, so the water fell slowly down my face.

"I'm bored."

He chuckled,

"Well, we can watch a movie, go to a park, ge-"

I cut him off, bringing my head back to look at him.

"No, Harry. Not that kind of bored." I murmur, eyes roaming other places to avoid the weirdness that had made itself present.

"What kind of bored?"

I cleared the tears away.

"As in our sex life, bored." I state.

His face sunk in depression.

"Oh," Was all he could manage.

"I didn't really want to tell you, but going back to the time we almost broke up was enough for me to tell you and not jeopordize us again." I say.

He shook his head, curls going with the flow of the breeze.

"Its fine. I'm just glad you told me."

His voice was strained with dread and pain. Some sorrow laced through it as well.

"I'm sorry." I croak.

"Don't apologize, love. That's how you feel."

"I don't want to feel this way."

I shifted back to stand, but his hands moved quickly to slide me back up, pulling my upper body forward, so that he could burry his face back in my neck. I didn't reject, but relaxed, feeling that maybe he had forgiven me before anything could get worse.

"Aeron, its fine. We can try to fix it or something." He states, raking his fingers down my back.

I nodded.

"Harry, I don't like feeling this way. I don't want to. I want us to have that spark whenever we have sex and it's like I can't feel it anymore." I cry, curling the fabric of his shirt between my fingers.

"Babe, the way you feel can and will change. I'll do whatever I need to do to help it change."

"How will it change?" I question.

I sat there and thought of ways to get our sex life back on track.

Toys?

I haven't used one in over eight years. In fact the first time I used one was with my ex just five months before meeting Harry.

His name was Keenan.

Keenan was amazing. He was handsome, smart, funny, and charming. I thought he was perfect for me.