Chapter 22

NATHAN My fingers twitch against my palm as I ride the elevator to my penthouse after a long three days away. Relief at being back washes over me and takes me by surprise. I never usually care about getting home. I’ve always been equally comfortable in hotels as I am in my own apartment, but the need to get back to New York as quickly as possible was never far from my mind this entire trip. Maybe it’s because of the way we left things. Another moment and I would have had her naked and pinned to the kitchen counter. I should have fucked her on our wedding night. Then the precedent would have been set, and we wouldn’t have settled into this bizarre limbo where I’m not sure if I’m allowed to fuck her or not. She’s my wife, right? Sex was always on the table because we’re going to have kids. But each day that passes without us having sex feels like another step further into friends territory, and I find myself completely unsure of how to make a move on her. Like I’ve lost every bit of game