"You think getting it on rough hot and angry is going to change things or make things different?" He is up on his elbows head cocked, rubbing his lips with his fingers. He is looking sexy as hell and trying to distract me. It is tempting but I also know he is avoiding hearing it all. "Sex will not change anything right now and I am no going to let this go anywhere until it is all said. Everything out there, I will not push things under the rug and pretend."
"Oh it isn't pretend hun, the sex would be very real." There is a twinkle in his eyes and I can see how he ws considered a player. He was with out a question one of the sexiest men I have ever seen.
"No doubt about it I know but stop hiding." Letting his head flop back he just lays there staring at the ceiling. But I see his hands motion for me to go on but his arm flops over his eyes.
"Not with you hiding." it took him a few minutes but then the mood shifted again and he was on his feet.
"Why's that so you can tell me that though you have been putting all this time into this with us it doesn't mean shit because your husband, dead husband, was everything you could need? So wonderful and loving and handsome and funny and walked on water and shit gold bars and pissed rainbows? No sorry I don't think I do want to hear that."
I wasn't gonna talk to him in this mood. I know I wouldn't let him run out but I needed a break. Turning on heel I march down the hall to the kitchen.
"What the fuck? I thought you wanted to talk this out. I thought you wanted to rub in my face how much I am lacking?" I stopped mid step and march right up to him, a good half a head taller I put on my fiercest fast and spoke low and quiet.
"I want to speak to my hurt and sad boyfriend, I have no time for this asshole in front of me. I am going to the kitchen and get a sandwich and something to drink. If my boyfriend decides to pull his head out of your ass and show up, I would love to talk to him. Okay?" I don't say anything I just stand there. "Okay, great, thanks."
