I go willingly and lie on my side with a leg thrown between his, my fingers drawing patterns on his chest.
"James," I say softly, hoping tonight I'll finally have the truth. "Will you tell me about Jack? Please."
My head is on his shoulder so I know his heart skips a beat. "There's nothing to tell."
"I read the messages on your phone," I confess. "And they don't seem like nothing. Plus you lied to me about what you were doing in the office earlier."
"You went through my phone?" he asks in shock. "What happened to the privacy you begged for when I answered your phone some month ago."
"I had to. You were hiding it from me and I could tell it's bothering you." I hesitate to add but plunge right ahead. "Even our sex is different."
He stiffens. "What? Bad?"
"No, not bad. It's just a little more aggressive."
He stares at me in alarm. "Did I hurt you? The baby?"
