We hadn't spoken in two days. Even though we live together. Eat together. Sleep together. Breathe together. I wish I could go back two days ago and erase our last conversation. I felt him stir behind me. I squeezed my eyes closed and exhaled. I missed my husband.

A collection of short stories to end the night, or perhaps start your morning, which ever you prefer. --- "Drink," he demanded. He started to pour liquor in my mouth before I could respond. "Wait!" I protested. Alcohol was all over my lips and chin and was trailing down my neck to my breasts. He quickly sucked it off my neck and licked the top of my breasts in plain sight. "What are you doing Jason?" I was angry and turned on at the same time. "You got one more time to call me by another nigga's name. You understand me?" I nodded my head and squirmed a little, nervous, but also realizing how wet I was.