AVA;

**I wanna fuck my father-in-law***

I married my husband , Alex because he was safe.

He was the boy who remembered anniversaries, who texted good morning every day at 7:15, who never raised his voice. At 23 he still looked like the college kid I met in the library—soft brown hair, gentle eyes, hands that touched me like I might break. Sex was always soft too. Lights off. Missionary. Quick kisses on my forehead afterward. He came inside me sometimes, but he never asked if I wanted more. I never told him I did. I loved him. I really did. But love doesn’t always fill the hollow space that...