Despite the wealth, the prestige, and the picture-perfect family, something was missing.
She sighed again, folding the towel neatly before stepping toward the bedroom.
"Are you still awake, honey?" she called softly, her voice carrying a hopeful edge.
Lately, she had felt a surge of desire she hadn't experienced in years—a deep, aching longing that made her feel both alive and frustrated.
Karl had been distant lately, his duties as Secretary of Defense consuming most of his time.
She couldn't even remember the last time they had been truly intimate, and that thought alone made her chest tighten.
Still, tonight felt different. She had been holding onto the hope that Karl might surprise her, that he'd stayed awake to talk, to reconnect and make hot love.
Perhaps they could rediscover the spark that had carried them through the years.
