Charlotte sipped her coffee and stared out the window. She heard her husband singing in the shower and she berated herself. Here it was Monday morning again and she’d let the weekend pass without telling him she wanted a divorce. She used to find his singing so endearing but now everything about him annoyed her. He was so unlike Peter.
Peter didn’t sing in the shower, at least not that she knew of. Every time she had been around Peter when he showered she had been with him. Her mind wandered to the last time and the wonderful things Peter had done to her in the shower. She felt her body begin to respond as she sat there looking out at the city sipping her coffee.
She sent Peter a quick message. “My body aches for you” she teased.
She hurried to her room to dress. Her robe dropped to the floor as her husband entered. “Damn woman” he said crossing to her “I’m going to be late for work”.
“Well don’t be” she sneered, but her sarcasm was lost on him.
“Oh, what’s a few minutes?”
Charlotte closed her eyes until it was over.