Tessa
Ryan lay beside me in bed, scrolling through his phone as I stared at the rotating ceiling fan, lost in thoughts.
We’d been married five years, and somewhere along the way, the fire had dimmed. I wanted to feel something, anything, different from the stale usual.
“Hey,” I whispered, rolling onto my side to face him. “You wanna… you know, try tonight?”
He set his phone down on the nightstand, turning to me with that familiar half-smile. “Yeah, sure. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
His voice was casual, like we were discussing what to have for breakfast, then he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that felt scripted, like we’d done it a thousand times before. Which we had.
I kissed him back, trying to summon a spark as I slid my hand on his chest under his T-shirt.
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