She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed waking up with Conrad next to her. With everything they had been through, she knew he hadn't done more than climb into bed. She found it both ironic and comforting that he knew she let her hands roam his body while he slept and yet he didn't return the favor. A part of it stemmed from his knowledge of her past and the men who had taken advantage of her, but she felt as though the other part was his attempts to regain her trust.
She watched him sleeping. He was so peaceful, so content. She couldn't shake the feeling that his happiness was a result of being back in her bed. Her husband had tremendous success, whether it was in the business world or politics. And yet he seemed to measure his worth based on what she thought of him. She knew he had done terrible things, but it seemed that the worse she thought of him, the worse his actions. Lately she began thinking of him with higher standards and his actions reflected that. She couldn't help but contemplate what would happen if they both devoted their time to bringing out the best in each other instead of destroying one another.
She turned to face Conrad and curled back into her bed. She let herself inch closer to him. She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent. His smell brought back a flood of memories; it made her feel protected and loved in a way she couldn't explain. She wanted to touch him but stopped herself, remembering the turnout last time. Instead, she rested her head on her hand, watching her husband's chest rise and fall as her eyes get heavier and heavier.