“Why don’t you get in bed, my darling?”

The attempt to love someone you don’t is weird. Sure, you feel something when you’re with him, but you aren’t sure what it is. Would you ever tell him? No.

The wedding we beautiful. Exquisite. Over priced and over populated. You didn’t want this fancy life you were forced into, but you had accepted it when you walked down the aisle earlier that day.

You didn’t hate Tom, you didn’t mind spending youre life with him, he was…somewhat kind, rich…something like that.

You sat on your side of the silky sheets, wondering what Tom had in mind.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight, my love.”