Everything stills… even the sounds pulsing through my AirPods.

Marco stands in the doorway, frozen, a dark intensity in his eyes. His eyes stay locked on my pussy before dragging upward reluctantly.

I yank the blanket over myself and pull out the AirPods. The silence that follows is deafening, except for the roar in my chest.

It hits me then; how long it’s been since anyone looked at me with anything but duty. Even my husband stopped months ago like I’d become another piece of furniture in his house.

“What are you doing in here?” My voice sounds foreign.

He doesn’t answer right away. His chest rises and falls slowly....