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Two Weeks Later.
"Hey Lav." I looked up from my computer, seeing Dee standing at the door with her laptop tucked under her left arm and held her phone in her left hand, a pencil tucked behind her ear as she wore the same outfit she was wearing yesterday?
Did she sleep here or something?
Speaking of sleep, I need more of it. Maybe I should go home and nap?
"Hey," I sighed, running my hands over my face as I realized I hadn't taken a break from looking at the computer in almost two hours, "What's up? Have you finished the performance training session?"
"Sure have. I sent you everyone's statistics in an email..." She stepped into the room and stood in front of my desk, a small smile playing on her lips, "Are you okay?" I shook my head and sighed.
"Take a seat." I mumbled, closing down the tabs on my computer as she placed her stuff on my desk and sat on a chair opposite me.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
I glanced behind her to make sure no one was walking past before I spoke.
"You know how I called you like two weeks ago and accused Brad of cheating?" She nodded her head.
"Yeah? I thought we'd moved on from that considering you didn't bring the topic back up?" She frowned.
"Yeah, well... He told me what was going on but... I think there's something bigger going on. He's still sneaking off to take calls and he's just been so closed off." I said sadly.
"Really?" She questioned, "Are you sure you're not like... Making this up?" I quickly shook my head.
I wasn't making this up!
"Definitely not. I mean, we haven't even had sex since the night of our birthday-"
"Woah, I did not need to know that... But that was like... Ages ago! You guys really haven't done it since then?" I shook my head.
"No... And I mean, you know us we're-"
"Like a bunch of horny rabbits?" I gave her a weird look.
"No? We're just... We really like being intimate, but for the past few weeks there's been nothing. Like, he doesn't even cuddle me in bed anymore." Dee shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms.
"Maybe you smell?" She said non-cholontly.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Thanks, but I don't think that's the problem."
"I don't know what to tell you Lav... Maybe he's just... I don't know. Maybe he's got less of a sex drive? I heard it happens when you get old and have kids-" Dee was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing from the phone in front of her.
