Knox

The moment my wife’s lips touches mine, I feel really bad inside. It is not the kind of feeling that I used to have when we first got married and I could not wait to be with her. 

Now it just feels like someone is squeezing my chest. I have to keep breathing. Her mouth is warm and familiar. It feels wrong. All I can think about is how soft Emma's lips were twenty minutes ago, how they trembled when I kissed her deeper, how she tasted like she felt guilty and wanted me at the time.

I kiss my wife back because I have to. If I stop...