He was too close. Too close for her comfort and she tried to show displeasure in her expression. But she couldn't. She wanted him near - as he could feel her body heat, she could feel his. And she wanted more.

"I'm fine," it was not a convincing answer. "I am...distracted of late."

She looked up to him, lips parted and full. He was so much taller than her, then again, so was her husband. The husband she had never wanted; the husband who hurt her. The husband she desperately wished was the man standing before her.