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better than they ever were.
    I lifted my head from his shoulder and gazed into his eyes. “David, I don’t want us to continue the way we are, because I do still love you. I know it may not seem like it, but I do. I need you more than you realize, and I need you to love me back.”
    He was speechless, but he looked at me in the most genuine way. Then he rested the palms of his hands, one on each side of my face, and kissed me. I tried to remember the last time we’d been this intimate, but I couldn’t.
    He kissed me aggressively, almost like he wanted me to know he was in control, and I loved every second of it. We’d been struggling against each other for so long that I’d forgotten what it was like to be with my own husband. I’d forgotten what it was like to be with a member of the opposite sex.
    Finally, he pulled away, took my hand and led me into our bedroom. I kicked off my sandals, and he pulled my T-shirt over my head, unsnapped my bra and kissed my lips again. I pushed down his khaki shorts and removed his polo shirt. We kissed erotically for a long time, until he leaned my body back onto the bed and removed the jeans and satin underwear I was wearing. He kissed me passionately again, and I moaned when he took one of my breasts into his mouth and massaged the nipple of the other. He pushed both my legs above my chest and eased inside me. He stroked in and out of me, maybe six or seven times, and then he bellowed with pleasure almost instantly. We both breathed deeply. Him, from having the orgasm he’d just experienced, and me from trying to have one myself, before it was too late. I was somewhat disappointed, but tonight I was just happy to feel so close to the man I was married to.
    David rested on top of me for a few minutes and then pecked me on the lips. “It’s really been a long time, hasn’t it?” he asked, smiling.
    “Too long. Way too long for two people who are married.”
    “All I can say is that I’m sorry.”
    “I’m sorry, too. And more than anything, I want to try and save our marriage. We both have things we need to change, and no matter what’s going on with our careers, we have to make a conscious effort toward spending more time together.”
    “I agree.”
    “Maybe we should take a trip somewhere,” I suggested.
    “Maybe. Maybe we can plan something for next month.”
    “I’ll check with our company’s travel service tomorrow.”
    David moved his body to my side, and I laid my head on his chest. He caressed the top of my head in silence for a long while, and I could tell he was deep in thought. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to spoil the moment. I felt more relaxed than I had in months, and I was thankful that we both wanted to reconcile and keep our marriage intact. We’d been through a lot and would have to work hard to fix things between us, but I was willing to do whatever it took. I was independent and, yes, even stubborn at times, but I wanted to make David happy again. I wanted to be more like the wife he wanted me to be. I wanted our relationship to exceed both our expectations.
    We held each other close, and I finally spoke.
    “I love you, David.”
    “I love you, too, and more than anything, I want you to know how sorry I am for everything,” he said, sounding more apologetic than I’d ever heard him in the past.
    “I’m sorry, too,” I said, and raised my head to look at him.
    Then I kissed him like it was our final opportunity to be together. Because from this moment on, I wanted us to live each day as if it was our last.

 
CHAPTER 4
     
    D AVID HAD LEFT bright and early this morning, and while I wanted to take a hot, soothing bath in the Jacuzzi, I settled for a shower because I was running late. We’d held each other most of the night, and it felt good being able to sleep hour after hour without tossing and turning with anger and worry. Lately, David had been turning his back to me and sleeping so close to the edge of the bed