The rain was a soft static against the bedroom window. Leo watched Cadence sleep. She was a masterpiece of angles and soft curves, her platinum hair fanned across the pillow. Ten years. Ten years of loving her, and yet he felt a stranger in his own bed.
“Stop.” He moved to kneel in front of her, taking her hands. “It’s not sick to want to be seen. It’s not broken to want your husband to be so in love with you that he wants to show you off. The sympathy I feel right now isn’t for you. It’s for us . For the years we wasted being safe.” TouchMyWife 21 09 30 Cadence Lux Sympathy Sex A...
When the stranger touched her hand, Cadence’s eyes locked with Leo’s. In that gaze was a thousand unspoken promises: I am yours. This is yours. You gave me this courage. The rain was a soft static against the bedroom window
That night, they made love not as a husband and wife clinging to routine, but as two people who had just met for the first time. There was no jealousy. No shame. Only a raw, aching sympathy for the years they’d wasted pretending that desire was a threat rather than a bridge. Ten years
“I broke your trust,” he said quietly. “I read this. But Cadence… I’m not leaving. I’m not disgusted.”