I pushed open the door to the room I had been using for the last two years.
We slept apart.
By choice.
I snored, or so I was told.
I preferred it that way.
It was pitiful to masturbate next to the person that professed to love you.
I quickly swiped my dirty pants and socks off the floor and did a quick look over in the attached bathroom.
She stood just inside the doorway following my every move.
"Do you sleep here?" She asked as I approached with my t-shirt and sweats in hand.
"Yes."
"Why?"
Because of you.