Happy Monday Friends!
Here is my take on the angry divorce sex that we should have gotten…no real plot but Surrera slingin insults and angry sex… you're welcome. XO, Reddixon
All he wanted to do was have a drink. It had been a hell of a shift, he'd saved multiple members of his team... including carrying Maya out of a burning building but that isn't all that had him wound tight. "Robert Sullivan, you've been served" kept playing over and over again in his mind. The courier handing him the canary colored envelope with papers titled "Petition for Divorce" scrawled across the top and the awkward silence in the beanery after. To make matters worse the one person he didn't want to see kept popping up all day and suddenly after not wanting to talk to him for months and ending their marriage with a 3 minute monologue she was interested in communicating.
To say he was pissed was an understatement. After months of vacillating between the full range of emotions, he had settled fully into anger. And it felt good to just be pissed, to not have to worry about trying to be the good guy or the understanding, patient husband. He was fully entitled to his rage and he knew it. Andy's behavior had been childish, immature and down right shocking. She was blaming him for everything and despite him owning up to his mistakes, she was unwilling to do the same. There had been so many moments over the past year where he wondered if maybe he was being punk'd. Was his wife, the woman he exchanged vows of for better or worse with, the woman he loved and said she loved him, really ghosting him. It made him feel crazy and today... he didn't want to feel any of it at all.
So that's how he'd ended up at Joe's. Richard's advice about "forgetting not to use" tucked into the back of his mind. He wanted to relax, have a drink and just forget. Never a heavy drinker, his desire to be in control often overriding his desire to indulge in libations, this was one occasion where he knew a scotch would go down smooth and he could distract himself from the strange combination of love and hate at war within him.
His plans had quickly gone awry when first Andy approached, then Jack playing the role of concerned friend and then that damn video. He hated the spotlight, hated being made a big deal of and now there was a video of him on the world wide web with over a hundred thousand views at last count, with all sorts of ridiculous commentary. His day just kept getting worse and worse. After calling Richard instead of having a drink, he headed home to change and go for a run. He had to do something to release the overwhelming tension.
Meanwhile...
Andy's hands gripped the steering wheel of her crossover as she sat parked on the street in front of Beckett's townhouse. She'd just made an idiot of herself by telling him that as much as she wanted to sleep with him and hurt her soon to be ex husband, she couldn't do it. Neither she nor Robert had signed the divorce papers yet and as much as she wanted a distraction, her conscience wouldn't let her rest if she went through with it. So there she sat. Mentally berating herself for what she'd almost done. After huffing and puffing out of Joe's she'd run into none other than Captain Beckett. A guy who she was supposed to hate for so many reasons, but found oddly appealing knowing just how much he had to drive Robert crazy. If she hadn't gotten the Captain job after Maya at least Robert hadn't gotten it either, she thought to herself.
At this point, she was consumed with anger pretty much every moment of every day and any other emotion she felt just sat on top of all the rage. From the moment she'd found out what Robert had done, she could hardly stand to look at him. She felt crazy at times over the past year trying to understand how the same man who'd taken care of her after her dad died, who spent days in bed with her chasing away nightmares and holding her as she cried, could so callously throw her under the bus. How could someone be so selfish?
All his talk about being a team and working together meant absolutely nothing because as soon as he had the slightest chance to get ahead, he had betrayed her. How could she have been so stupid? How was it that she'd been so wrong about him? She knew what love was...she felt it for him and was certain he felt it for her, so how had they ended up here. It was this constant internal battle that she was trying to get away from. It felt like a hamster wheel that just kept turning and all she wanted was a distraction for just a moment.
So while she had decided not to have random regrettable sex, she knew she needed to blow off steam in another way. Robert had walked away from her multiple times today, acted like he wasn't the guilty party, wouldn't acknowledge her attempts to apologize about the papers and the longer she sat the more annoyed she grew. She figured if she had to be this miserable, he should have to be too. It was time to confront the center of her rage.
When she pulled up to the apartment she hadn't been back to in months, she didn't bother knocking. His car was out front so she expected he would be home and had a sneaky suspicion that after his attitude towards her today, he wouldn't be pleased that she was letting herself in. Using her key, she entered the place she once considered home. It smelled like him and she hated the rush of nostalgia that flitted through her. The anger she felt did little to keep the happy memories of the two of them at bay. They'd spent most of their days off during COVID trying new recipes, working out together, her convincing him to watch her trashy reality TV, him forcing her to watch his documentaries, boardgames and sex...lots of sex.
Andy rolled her eyes and thought the apartment sounded oddly quiet. Not seeing Robert on the open main level she headed upstairs in search of him. She had to admit that she hadn't exactly thought this through. She figured she'd get here, push his buttons, yell and at least do something to hit the release valve on all the pressure she felt within. After perusing the house and finding that he wasn't there, she headed back downstairs to wait.
When Robert arrived home from his run he noted Andy's car parked just behind his and his blood boiled underneath his slightly damp t-shirt. She wasn't in her car so he knew she'd let herself in and it pissed him off instantly. "What are you doing here?" He questioned angrily from the front door. Standing in HIS kitchen was the one person he'd been avoiding all day.
"Is that any way to talk to your wife?" Andy goaded him, placing the bottle of water she'd pulled from the fridge down on the counter and meeting him near the entryway.
"Soon to be ex wife," Robert replied back, his brown eyes flashing with anger. "Again, what are you doing here?"
"I used my key," Andy said with a sassy smile. Taking in Robert's obvious displeasure at her being there she knew her first mission had been accomplished.
Robert scoffed, "Surprised you could find it with all the couch surfing." He gave her a disapproving look, walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a Powerade from the fridge.
Andy rolled her eyes but couldn't help noticing just how his perfectly formed body filled out the fitted t-shirt and joggers. The previous day he'd been changing out of the chemically soiled turnouts and she'd seen him shirtless for the first time in months. He was always in great shape but the definition in his abs and arms said he was probably working out more, alot more lately. Not to mention the tattoo… it was sexy as hell and her curiosity couldn't help but be piqued.
"That would only be a dig to someone who didn't want to be crashing with friends. My people enjoy having me around... something you know nothing about." She hurled the insult at him easily. The team had backed her and Maya making things awkward and uncomfortable for him at the Station, but she didn't care. In her mind, he'd made his bed.
After a long drink, Robert retorted back, "That might hurt if I wasn't an adult who enjoyed having their own home to go back to after work everyday. Contrary to your ridiculous operating system, it's not actually normal to be couch surfing as a woman in her thirties…but I guess it's just one more example of you acting like a child having a temper tantrum." He didn't mind keeping his circle small. He'd found the fewer attachments the fewer opportunities to get hurt. Exhibit A for why you shouldn't get close to people was standing annoyingly close to him right now.
His comment pricked her slightly. While yes Andy did enjoy spending time with her friends, she had begun to wonder what she would do next...she'd never lived on her own and it seemed like she might have to, which terrified her a little bit. So far, crashing various places was the only way she could avoid having to make decisions about what would come next.
"Insult me if you want to, but you married me and pretty quickly if I might add, so what does that say about you?" Andy spit out.
"Temporary lapse in judgement," Robert countered from his place in the kitchen. He took in the sight of his wife a few feet away. Her eyes were on fire, loose curls wild and her body reminding him of late nights and early mornings. Even angry with her, he could admit just how sexy she was. Some things hadn't changed.
Robert knew the words he'd just spoken weren't true, but right now in this moment he didn't care. She'd hurt him, disrespected him and there wasn't anything nice he could think of to say at this point. He saw a tinge of what looked like might be hurt at his comment but he was too hurt and angry himself to give it much thought.
"Well, if you were so anxious to get out of this marriage, you could have filed any time," Andy replied back with a raised voice and hand on her hip. She couldn't lie to herself, Robert's statement had stung. She attempted to school her features and keep from showing anything but anger.
Closing the distance, Robert stood in front of her. "See that's the difference between you and me. When I commit to something I'm all in. I actually care about the vows I make. So despite your ridiculous behavior, I thought you would come to your senses. We could have a conversation, like adults, but clearly that was too much to hope for."
Robert didn't realize it until the words had already slipped out, but he'd just shown some of his cards. He was angry and pissed at the woman in front of him, but he was also hurt and confused. How could Andy really spend a year icing him out and then file for divorce without ever fighting for them. Was he that easy to walk away from?
Despite Robert's slight omission, Andy was too focused on his insult to notice and quickly countered."Me come to my senses?" She was incredulous as she asked the rhetorical question. "You're the one in the wrong here, Robert. You threw my best friend under the bus, made a play for her job and got me transferred all in one fell swoop. How can you not see that?"
Robert looked at his wife, eyes slightly crazed. "Do you actually believe that?" He shook his head in disbelief and moved away just slightly. "I told you not to go to the Chief's office and you went anyway and whatever you said is what got you transferred. I had nothing to do with that. And Maya defied a direct order from McAllister. She knew there would be consequences."
With an outstretched hand Andy yelled, "Say whatever you want, use whatever logic you need to, so you can sleep at night but we both know what you did was fucked up. You were so desperate to claw your way back up the ladder you didn't give two shits about who got hurt in the process." Her voice was full of disdain and disapproval. She was right. He was wrong. It was as simple as that. Robert had messed up, big time and whatever had happened to their relationship as a result was on him. She wouldn't budge on that.
Robert turned back to face Andy fully and slid his hands in his pockets. "You know, other people might be buying this whole, "I'm angry for my friend" act but I'm not. I know you. And what you're really pissed about is that you didn't get the job and I didn't offer you up for it." Robert smiled as he watched his wife clench and unclench her jaw. He'd gotten under her skin and he knew it.
"No!" Andy exclaimed loudly, her hand again pointed in Robert's direction. "Unlike you I wasn't gunning for my captain's job. I wasn't looking for her to fail so I could take advantage." She'd spent months telling anyone that would listen that she was angry with Robert for what he did to Maya. Hearing Robert voice her deepest thoughts, the ones buried so deep under the surface she didn't want to face them herself, sent a flash of shame through her and she hated it.
"Lie to yourself all you want to, Andy, but I know the truth." Robert yelled back. "You were pissed at me because I "jumped the line". He added air quotes for emphasis and rolled his eyes.
"And you don't see a problem with that?" Damn, Andy thought as she outed herself. "There you go, just proving my point. You don't see any issue with how you handled things?" Her question was largely rhetorical.
"What should I have done, Andy?" Robert asked loudly with outstretched arms as he held her gaze. "I had a split second to make a call and try to say or do something to save 19. Can you honestly tell me if the roles were reversed and you had been sitting in that meeting you wouldn't have said just about anything you needed to so McAllister wouldn't close your station?" He questioned.
In his mind, it just made so much sense. He knew he'd made the right call. How was it that Andy and everyone else had misjudged his intentions so badly? After everything he'd done to make amends and make inroads with the team they still didn't trust him.
"Oh please. Just drop the whole, "did it for you; did it for the team bullshit". You are selfish, self absorbed and don't care who you have to screw over to get ahead," Andy yelled with her shoulders stiffly squared. If the goal was to wound, that had surely done it. Robert was often good at masking his emotions, but she didn't miss the twinge of hurt that ran across his face. Maybe she'd taken things further than she intended...oh well. There was no going back now.
That hurt. Her words landed somewhere below Ben's statement about him being ruthless. How could the woman he loved, the woman he shared a bed and home with, the woman he opened up to think so little of him? "We're done." Robert rubbed a frustrated hand across his jaw. His patience was fully exhausted and he wasn't going to keep being insulted in his own house. "It really is time for you to go," he said and walked towards the front door.
"Awwww," Andy teased as she followed him. "Got your feelings hurt? Months you tried talking to me, I'm finally here now. Don't you have anything else to say?" It was low. She knew it. At this point they were both just slingin' mud at each other. And while it felt good to say the things to Robert's face that she'd spent months ruminating over and she knew it had to feel good for Robert to finally say some of the things he wanted to say, it wasn't actually accomplishing much. She felt just as wound up as she had when she walked into the apartment earlier.
"You're unbelievable!" Robert said, whipping his head around at her statement. They'd spent several minutes at this point exchanging venomous words, but Andy had no doubt just landed a blow that felt like a gut punch. Her words stirred the thick rage swirling around his insides and it was his turn to do the same. "You come into my house on some high horse acting like the moral authority on good in the world after treating me like shit for 10 months. You wanna tell me how awful of a person I am and completely disregard all the crap I saw you through..." He was tempted to detail Ryan, her dad, her mom and all the grief she'd faced but no matter what she deserved, even he had his limits. "And now that I've finally decided I don't have to take any more of your shit, you don't wanna leave?" He shook his head in disbelief and turned back to reach for the handle of the front door. "You're crazier than I ever realized."
"Crazy?!" Andy exclaimed loudly. "Are you kidding me?" She asked rhetorically with wide eyes.
Standing in the entry Robert turned around and crossed his arms over his chest, "If the shoe fits." He held her angry gaze from across the room and doled out a dirty look of his own.
"Ughhhh" Andy growled and taking a few strides, stood in front of him. Hands on her hips, with disdain dripping from her voice she added, "You are stubborn, patronizing and cold. It's no secret why you spent so many years alone." She braced herself for what she figured would be a big response, but despite her harsh words, Robert barely seemed to react so she continued. "And for the life of me I can't figure out HOW I ever married you."
Robert knew her words were meant to cut, but for some reason they didn't. Maybe it was because he knew she was lying or because there had been multiple times over the past year where he had wondered how he'd married someone who could so easily cut him off. Either way, he knew his lack of response wouldn't be what she expected.
He smiled in a smug way that he knew would piss her off further. Letting his arms fall casually Robert answered her non-question. "You did it happily. In a pink dress. We had a nice dinner with your dad at The Met after. You had the petite filet, I had the ribeye. And when we made it home, you barely got through the front door before you were ripping off my tie begging me to fuck you." His voice was low and calm and he could see the heat of anger in Andy's eyes raise at least 10 degrees. What he didn't expect was the realization that hit him seconds later. "That's what you're doing here. That's what you want?" His head tilted and his eyes widened in disbelief as he started to make sense of the only possible reason Andy could actually be standing in his entryway.
Andy crossed her arms over her chest and stared back at Robert indignantly. "What are you talking about?"
Robert laughed loudly as he looked at his wife. It was all making sense now. He'd walked away from her multiple times today. She'd finally wanted to talk and he wasn't interested. He wasn't chasing her or waiting around for her anymore and she knew it. Now she wanted what she couldn't have. "You didn't have to bury the lead, Andy. You could've just said… Hey Robert, I know I ghosted you for 10 months and I just had you served with divorce papers at your station, which was shitty, but I'm really desperate for an orgasm not provided by my vibrator, so could you take me to bed." Sarcasm dripped from his voice.
White hot rage coursed through her body as she listened to Robert's words. And as if her hand were moving of its own volition, Andy reached up to slap him, but Robert's reflexes were too fast. He grasped her wrist in his hand, held her gaze and her eyes mirrored the rage he felt deep within. Feeling the air around them charge, he pulled her into a bruising kiss.
For a split second, Andy returned the kiss before biting Robert's lip slightly. Pushing him away she yelled. "What are you doing?"
With his back to the front door, Robert chuckled and touched his lip gently, no blood. He was amused by her response, she always was feisty. He was just about to respond when Andy reached up on her tiptoes and pulled his lips back down to hers in a searing kiss. Her hands cupping the sides of his face, she demanded access to his mouth and pushed her tongue between his lips in hard, unrelenting strokes.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Andy knew this was a bad idea, she knew that she was complicating an already messy situation, but didn't care. When Robert kissed her she'd pushed him away, but the damage had been done. The match had been lit. The dam had broken. It only took seconds of her lips against his, for desire to override her anger. Feeling Robert's muscular arm skate around her waist, she leaned deeper into their kiss as her body pressed tightly up against him. Heat flared through her body as the energy of anticipation grew.
Initially, Robert figured he would kiss her, get her all worked up, then open the door and send her packing, but that had gone out the window as soon as their lips touched. So there they stood... arms wrapped around each other, tongues dueling for dominance, hungrily devouring each other. Sliding his hand up to Andy's neck, he held her in place and deepened their kiss. Hearing his own low moan in the back of his throat, feeling his body ache with desire, he knew he'd give her what she wanted. Hell... it would be the release they both craved, but it would be on his terms. He'd spent months feeling powerless and frustrated, but he'd take some of that power back today.
Andy was already on her tiptoes, leaning up into their height difference so when Robert reached down, palmed her ass and lifted her up, she went easily. Her legs wrapped tight around his hips and her head dropped back in pleasure as his lips found a new spot on her neck. With each lick, suck and nip she felt herself boiling over with need. As he pressed her into the front door, he'd tried opening for her just moments ago, she felt his growing erection through the thin material of his joggers and couldn't help the deep sigh that tumbled from her lips. "Yes..." she breathed unintentionally. What was coming would be just what she needed to take the edge off.
"Say it," Robert instructed as he nipped and sucked at the skin just below her ear. Reaching between them he squeezed a beaded nipple through Andy's thin v-neck top. He heard her familiar gasp and her entire body quivered as a string of curse words tumbled from her lips.
"Say what?" Andy finally countered breathlessly as he continued to tease and massage her breast.
"Tell me what you want," Robert replied as he continued his assault.
She didn't want to. Didn't want to give him the satisfaction of asking for anything or admitting with her words that she desperately wanted the relief only he could give her. Her body could be weak and betray her, but speaking the words was something else. Andy shut her eyes and willed herself to say the words, but knew she'd taken too long when Robert's lips pulled away from her neck. Opening her eyes, she found his gaze. Where normally she could see his love for her so clearly, his eyes were clouded now. She was sure love was there tucked away somewhere, but here at the forefront was some combination of lust and hate that she wasn't sure how to feel about. Relenting, Andy whispered, "Take me to bed."
"Okay," Robert replied smugly before his lips crashed into hers once more.
Holding on tightly, Andy said between kisses, "I hate you so much."
"The feeling is mutual," Robert growled back, carrying her up the stairs as though she weighed nothing. The inner battle between love and hate for each of them, pushed to the background for the sake of momentary pleasure.
"This doesn't mean anything," Andy whispered in between kisses, all the while tightening her legs around Robert's hips.
When they made it to the upstairs landing, Robert pinned Andy against the wall next to the staircase with his hips. Slowly he ground against her center and felt her body tighten with need as he trailed kisses down the column of her throat. With one hand, he pulled the edges of her v-neck top down lower and his tongue swept over the exposed tops of her breasts. Her breath quickened and when he was sure he had her where he wanted her he stopped abruptly. "Unless you're moaning my name, stop talking," he growled, holding her gaze.
"I won't," Andy said gruffly after finding her voice. She tried to school her features but knew she was failing. She was lying and they both knew it. He would do the things only he could do, satisfy her in ways only he could and she would be begging for more.
Robert looked at his wife and grinned wickedly. Andy's eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed with heat, lips slightly swollen and senses on high alert. He could read her like a book... he'd get what he wanted. His lips hovered over hers and he whispered, "You will."
How they made the short distance from the landing to the master bedroom was a blur, but it wasn't long before they were a tangle of limbs and fabric as they stripped each other down. Naked, Andy stood in front of the king size bed with her head dropped back in pleasure, unable to help the low noises of satisfaction tumbling from her lips. Robert cupped her breasts and teased one then the other with his mouth. When his thumb and forefinger closed around one of her nipples, she bit her lip and her thighs clenched together as her core flooded.
Holding the small of Andy's back, Robert kissed his way up the column of her neck and growled just below her ear. "On all fours."
Knowing exactly what his plan was, a chill skated down Andy's back and while the angry part of her wanted to be defiant, she knew what was coming was too delicious to resist. Climbing onto the now unmade bed, she complied. With one hand on her hip, Robert leaned over Andy's body and trailed open mouthed kisses up her back. Reaching around her, he found her wet center and teased. He drew slow lazy circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves before slightly dipping one finger then another inside her tight channel.
"Oh my god," Andy whimpered as pleasure spiked through her. She couldn't help how she pushed back against Robert's firm muscular body, begging to be filled. She was on fire and the more he stroked, the more she clenched and pulsed around him. She was no amateur, she knew how to give herself a satisfying release, but it hadn't taken long for her husband to remind her why he was unmatched. He seemed to have some secret knowledge of her body that left her powerless under his command. Reveling in the feel of him, her sex-starved body detonated and a loud moan she wasn't expecting ripped from her throat as her orgasm hit her.
Andy collapsed forward forward to her elbows content to ride out her orgasm as Robert continued his ministrations, but he had other ideas. Pulling her hips back towards him, she felt the head of him at her entrance. In one smooth motion she was filled to the hilt and the pressure was exquisite. With the angry tone of their fight not that long ago, she expected him to slam into her, but he didn't. Instead his thrusts were slow and determined. Swaying back and forth, Andy caught his rhythm perfectly.
It took several moments for Robert to focus himself and keep his release at bay. Months without feeling his wife's tight, wet, heat surround him, threatened to be his undoing, but he resisted. There was a part of him that wanted to mark her, remind her who he was, who they were together, but a bigger part of him wanted to savor. So as he slid in and out, in and out, he did just that.
The slow cadence of Robert's movements had Andy's body humming with building tension. And while he was pushing her further and further towards her next orgasm, he was keeping it just out of reach. He was torturing her on purpose, she knew it. Turning her head just slightly to look back at her husband, Andy finally said, "Harder."
"Don't tell me what to do. I know how to satisfy you," Robert leaned forward and reminded her in a low gruff tone.
Figuring the only way he would give her what she wanted, Andy challenged him. "Then act like it."
Taking the bait, Robert smiled just slightly. This wouldn't be a hardship. His hold on Andy's hips tightened and he angled her body up just slightly in a way only a familiar lover could before slamming forward. Feeling Andy's muscles flutter around him and hearing her moans grow louder, he knew he'd hit her spot and the end was near. That knowledge fueled him and he drove himself deeper with each stroke. When he reached around and fingered her clit, he felt her back arch and she came apart crying out his name.
Every cell in Andy's body pulsed and she was mindless with pleasure as her orgasm shattered through her. Months of separation had done nothing but stoke the flames of their connection and she felt the ecstasy only experienced with him, overtake her. Through the cloud of her own orgasm she could feel Robert press into her again and again before finally succumbing to his own release with a shout. His muscles flexed and released before his body shuddered against her.
When they collapsed into bed, Robert rolled to the side as they caught their breath. Throwing the bed sheet over top of them, they laid side by side in silence for several minutes. It was tempting at a moment like this to overthink what had just happened, but neither was ready to do that. For now, all they were willing to acknowledge within themselves was sex was just as good as it ever had been and the line between love and hate was thin.
Andy was the first to pierce the quiet. "Just so we're clear, I might scream your name in the throes of an orgasm, but I still hate you."
Robert rolled his eyes and shook his head lightly. The fact that she felt it necessary to reinforce that after what they'd just done and what they'd probably do again, was actually laughable. "Right," he responded dismissively. He couldn't help the tug of his lips upward as he looked over at his wife. One arm was thrown haphazardly above her head and she stared straight up at the ceiling. The top sheet they'd thrown across themselves barely covered her naked breasts. "So round two?" Robert questioned a few moments later.
Andy looked over at her husband and as much as she wanted to tell him to go to hell, that what they'd done was a mistake, she knew it was one she would happily make again. She might regret it tomorrow, but for now, she would take the welcome reprieve. Muttering something inaudible under her breath, she pulled the light grey sheet back and straddled Robert's heated form. "Yes, round two," she growled before her lips crashed into his again and she moved against his length.
Round two turned into a cat nap and round three, but they both knew the anger fueled moment had passed. There was something about waking up in each other's arms, deep, slow kisses, softer caresses, lingering eye contact that all felt too much like love. And while neither of them would say it, the intimacy and comfort of being together again after so long soothed an ache in both of them. It was also dangerously over the line. Angry, divorce sex was one thing...but this, they didn't know what this was.
Silently, Robert sat up and got out of bed. He could feel the awkwardness in the air. It was time for both of them to put their walls back up. Nothing about their situation had changed, sex was never their problem. They were both still hurt and angry, but this afternoon those heavy emotions had just taken a backseat to the seemingly primal need they had to be together. He didn't bother putting on his boxer briefs for the short trip to the shower. "Leave the key on your way out," he said plainly, before crossing the threshold to the bathroom and shutting the door without a second look.
Listening to the shower run, Andy sighed deeply as she laid in the bed she used to call her own. She knew she deserved Robert's coldness but it still pricked at her insides. The adrenaline had worn off and the heat of her anger had simmered leaving the shocking combination of emptiness and longing in its wake. Time and distance had done nothing to weaken the connection they shared. She absolutely hated that with seemingly no effort he mastered her senses and had her panting like a dog in heat. As much as Andy didn't want to admit it, he still made her feel like no man before him. She missed him and it was more than just the sex, but the real uncomfortable truth, the thing she'd been trying to cover up with her rage was the undeniable love she still felt.
Robert leaned his head under the piping hot shower water. He'd been intentionally cold as he got out of the bed and headed to the shower. He refused to show an ounce of the emotion that was circling around within. He couldn't make sense of how it was possible to love someone so much, feel so drawn to them and also be so angry you couldn't see straight. How could being with his wife feel so good, but so heartbreaking at the same time?
Reluctantly, Andy slid out of bed, collected her clothes from their haphazard place on the floor and redressed. Running a hand through her tangled curls and taking one last look at the bed behind her, she headed for the stairs. Grabbing her purse, Andy picked up her unfinished bottle of water from the kitchen counter and headed out the front door. Pulling her key ring from her bag, she looked at the apartment key and decided not to leave it behind. Maybe she'd be back.