Reese

You are jealous of your fictitious husband, deliberately mimicking out loud the words of his neighbor, who is clearly not indifferent to him, and he hears it. "She was bored..." I mock silently, feeling irritation boiling inside. And that lie she told me about accidentally seeing the car pull up to the house was complete nonsense. I could clearly see her hanging around by her gate, pretending she was just getting some air. She stood there, feigning innocence, even though her every movement betrayed her waiting. But the funniest thing about it all is that it looks like she waited there for hours. Hmm. It seems my fictitious husband has gotten under her skin. Although, if you think about it, it's not surprising. Rhys has a way of penetrating your mind, clinging to your skin like a tick. And then, even at the risk of death, he won't let go until he's sucked every last drop out of you. Should I not know this? Someone coughs softly and I flinch, rising up on the bed. “I can see you’re still thinking about today’s conversation,” Reese says, crossing his arms over his powerful chest and leaning his shoulder against the door frame. I freeze. He stands before me in just gray pants, his chest bare, and his gaze... such that it feels like something inside me snaps. -I..

• What is it, Darling?