All night I waited up for her. Exhausted from worry, though I’ll never admit that to her, I went to bed, tossing and turning, until I finally drifted off to sleep.

After I can’t take it anymore, I swing my legs out of bed only to meet her stare. She’s standing in the doorway that separates our bedroom from the dressing area, hair all glistening wet and piled loosely atop her head with strands playing against her square shoulders. Her brown nipples standing at attention from the breeze of the a/c; 

My mouth begins to water as I meet her glare. A smirk runs across her pink lips.

“I’m glad one of us has something to smile about.” I just couldn’t take it anymore; I had to say something to break the silence.

Instead of giving me the answers that I so desperately want and need, she laughs as she begins drying her hair.

“Oh, so it’s funny that I sat up with worry half the night while you were out doing whatever with whomever”.

“Larry, stop being so dramatic. You knew where I was and who I was with.” She calmly says.