"Isn't it funny how we're so in touch with each other, yet you sit here now and don't know what to say to me?" I see him shift next to me, and then his hand drifts across space between us and rests on my thigh, his heated touch doing things that I really don't want it to do.
I look down at his spread fingers, his wearing our wedding ring that matches with me, sparkling as he flexes his hand and squeezes my thigh.
"So he touches me," I say quietly.
"Yes, he loves you so much," he whispers.
"He wishes he could eliminate the past that's hurting you." He says.
I turn my face to his and see his eyes puddle with regret.
"Then why did you see another woman? And on our wedding day too, after you've vowed to have me by your side all day, why did you desert me just to see another woman?" I ask softly.
"Sorry babe, she's my ex-girlfriend." He states guiltily.
"So she's your ex?" I laugh at his statement.
He nods.
