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“What type of suggestion?”
“A condition, actually.”
“And? You’re leaving me in suspense here.”
“I told Eli he can’t touch me unless he moves into the same room with me and he also has to look at my face while being inside me. You know, very logical things a wife can ask of her husband. The result? The bastard completely shut me out.”
I try not to sound hurt. Jeez, I’d be so embarrassed if I were talking to anyone else other than Cecy.
“Was I wrong?” I ask with a wince.
She smiles softly. “Absolutely not. I’m surprised you allowed him to get away with it in the first place.”
“He made it seem as if I demanded he love me or something. Besides, even if I was hungry for affection, I kept it in. There’s no way in hell I would’ve made myself look desperate.”
“And now?”
“If I’m stuck in this relationship, I don’t want to compromise on my needs.”
“Gosh. I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah, well. It didn’t work. And I’ve tried everything, you know.” I count on my free hand. “I walked around the house in the most erotic nightgowns ever and he simply didn’t look atme, as if I were thin air. I barged into his study in the skimpiest clothes ever, sucking on a lollipop and making my lips all glossy and shit and read a book on the sofa across from his desk while offering him a front-row seat of my cleavage, but he proceeded to kick me out and lock the door. I spammed his inbox with teasing pictures and he completely ignored me. He doesn’t even come home at reasonable hours anymore. We used to spend some time together before, but it’s like he doesn’t want to see my face now.”
In or outside of sex.
And that hurts more than I’m willing to admit.
“Hey.” Cecy softens her voice, effortlessly turning on her motherly instincts. “I know it sucks, but you’re doing nothing wrong, Ava. It’s his loss for not appreciating you.”
“Text him that.”
“Will do.”
“Don’t. He’ll know I care about this enough to talk about it with you.”
“We come as a set. He can deal with it.”
I grin. “Hell yeah.”
“Let me ask you something.” She pauses as if weighing her words. “Didn’t you always say you don’t like sharing a room with anyone, me included, because you don’t want anyone to witness your state during a nightmare? Why is Eli the exception?”
“He knows, Cecy.Everything. More than he’s willing to discuss with me, apparently. Maybe it’s my wishful thinking in attempting to test him further and see if he’s truly accepting.” In reality, I think I just don’t want to sleep alone anymore.
My insistence on always having my own room isn’t because I like solitude, it’s because I’ve been terrified of anyone seeing me at my worst.
I’d be lying if I said my fear has completely disappeared, but my yearning for company outshines it.
And inexplicably, Eli is the one whose company I’m irrevocably desperate for.
Or maybe I just don’t want to admit the actual reasons aloud.
“Do you want my advice?” Cecy asks in a sly tone.
“Always.”
“Isn’t Lan around?”
“Ugh. That shit-stirrer? Yeah, and he didn’t even come with Mia or Bran, who could momentarily keep him on a leash.”
