was a cold winter night as you were reading a book while your husband was sitting down in a chair across the room while cleaning one of his guns.

You looked up at him and sighed softly before speaking why can’t we get sexually or physically… you asked knowing he was going to talk about how it’s an arrange marriage.

first of all I never wanted you to be my wife and I’m not going to waste one night making love to you.. he said as he sighed softly and looked at you. He wasn’t trying to come off rude or anything like that but that’s just the truth