Dominic
There is no shame in my admittance; if anything, I get gratification from the way Dante's face writhes with confusion. Usually I wouldn't speak so boldly about a woman, but this woman just so happens to be my wife and also just so happens to be someone I can see myself growing to love. It is this possibility that I am obsessed with. I have never come close to loving a woman romantically before, even though I wanted to. It is the falling part that disgusted me more than the in love part. Neither disgusts me anymore
"Obsessed?" Dante raises a brow. "That's a big word, brother."
"I know what you must think of me, of her, of our marriage. That it is meaningless, a performance, a play, a script. You are wrong," I unscrew the cap from the whiskey and pour more than an acceptable amou
