It's been six months since the accident, and yet Paul still refuses to touch you. He'll sleep in the same bed, eat meals with you, help around the house. But anything bedroom wise? You can hang it up.

Tonight, you decided enough was enough.

Once you got out the shower, you stood at the foot of the bed, wrapped in your towel, waiting till he finally looked at you. He wasn't the only one that was fearful to look at the scarring that drapped from your chest to hips. Once he did look at you, you could see the pain and regret in his eyes and face.

"Honey..."

He started, but you cut him off

"No. Paul...I need you, I need you to touch me, to to just....go back to how we were."

Your voice was soft but determined. You could see he was scared, but you weren't gonna take a no unless he walked out the room.