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“When they came in and we weren’t there, they realized we had to be in the closet.They decided to, uh, play cupid.Said that’s their favorite closet.More room for creativity.”
This sound from her was more choked.
She put her face into her pillow, and her shoulders shook.If the camera’s motion detector picked it up, it would look like crying.
But he thought it was laughter.Mostly, anyway.
He held onto her hand, his fingers tracing the pattern of the rings on her left hand.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
TUESDAY
They’d packed and were to leave their suitcases by the reception desk, so the room could be prepared for the next couple.
She looked around the space quickly.To someone else it might look like she was making sure she hadn’t left anything here.
Maybe she was.
“K.D.—”
“Don’t say it, Eric.”
And she honestly didn’t know if she was stopping the real Eric or the pretend Eric.
He opened the door for her and she took the handle of her suitcase and started out.
As she passed him, Eric leaned near and said in a low voice, “You know, before you leave me, you have to come home with me.”
*
A note from Melody at their breakfast table asked each to write a new set of lists about the other, and to bring them to their last session.
She rose to greet them in the now-familiar room, accepting their lists, and looking them over as they all sat.
“Oh.”She looked up with a smile.“This is much better.Much, much better.It’s—”
K.D.jerked one shoulder as if someone tried to hold it.“I’m frustrated.I don’t see this getting better.The differences are so basic to who we are—”
She broke off with emotion.
Only the emotion wasn’t the one she wanted to sell Melody on.
“K.D., on your assessment the first day, you marked very few areas as being a problem.I found that surprising.If things were as smooth as you indicated, I wondered why you were here.”
She’d marked things as not being a problem in their “relationship” because they didn’t have one.How could she have felt taken for granted by Eric, how could not touching each other be a problem?
Now, it was the opposite.
The closets…
No, she shouldn’t think about that.
Not about lying beside him in bed, either.Whispering to each other.Feeling his breath on her ear, feeling it through her whole body.Her toes curling, her fingers clutching, her nipples beading.
Melody was still talking.“Or if you cared so little, why you were here.Frustration can be good.It shows you do care.You’ve madesuchprogress.Both of you.Now, let’s talk about a few things for you to work on, individually and together.”
“More work?Forwhat?What’s the point?This was wrong from the start.We never should have gotten married.”
