Page 85 of Chosen Road

So, maybe, is trust.

I took out a new page.

Dear Angus…

Gus

I arrived home from work to find Amber’s car in the driveway again. How fuckin’ good did that feel. I wanted to see that every night. Chances were good, with Yiayia being here, that I’d be seeing my wife’s car a lot more often.

I offered Yiayia to come live with me because I missed my family. My parents were gone, just me and my brother left, and he was busy with his own life. I’d already decided to wait for Amber, and if the time came when she wanted to divorce, I’d move out and she could move in here with her yiayia.

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, tossing my wallet and keys on the side table.

“Yassou, agori mou!” Yiayia called from the family room.

“Hi, Yiayia.” I leaned down to offer my cheek for her kiss.

“Ruby has the boys and Amber looks for something upstairs.” Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at me.

I grinned at her. “Troublemaker.”

She waved her hand as if she was going to smack me. “Ahh, you don’t see trouble yet!”

I laughed as I headed for the stairs, hoping to catch Amber and maybe hold her for a minute.

I found her in our bedroom, closet open, nightstand drawer pulled out, ass up in the air looking under the bed.

“Amber? What are you doing?”

She jerked upwards and bashed the back of her head on the underside of the drawer. She gasped, then cursed. “Ow! Fuck that hurt!”

I rushed across the room as she curled up, cupping the back of her head, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Let me see,” I demanded, wrapping my hand around her wrist.

“Give me a minute, agapimeno. It hurts too much right now.”

Agapimeno. My heart bled and rejoiced in equal parts at the endearment.

I finally managed to tug her hand away from her head and gently palpitated her scalp.

“Ow, Gus!” she complained.

“You’re going to have a goose egg. What were you doing, anyway?” I slipped my hand to the back of her neck and gently massaged the tension at the base of her skull.

Her face flamed.

I looked around the room, taking note of which drawers were opened and the fact that she was looking under the bed and grinned. “Are you looking for your toys?”

“I miss sex,” she blurted out.

It doesn’t change the rules of separation.I heard her voice in my head and frowned. My stomach revolted. I wasn’t ready for this conversation. I would never be ready for this conversation.

She sucked in a breath. “You’re disgusted with me for missing sex?” she accused, tossing my hand off her neck and climbing to her feet.

“What? No!” How’d she get that idea? I sat on the edge of our bed and patted the spot beside me. “Not at all. I’m sick at the thought of you having sex with someone else.”

“Oh.” She paused, then sat down beside me, leaving plenty of space between us. Her eyes followed her hand as it smoothed the wrinkles on the comforter between us. “I meant with you. I miss sex with you but I’m not ready to jump back into our relationship.”

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