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“Sure,” I said.

“Target run,” she did that fist pump thing of hers, and I was wrecked all over again.

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Wyatt

Iwas a good husband. I was an incredibly good husband. It’s what I told myself as I stared up at the beam of the cabin’s ceiling and tried not to think about howmy wifewas in the bedroom sleeping.

Alone. Without me.

I’d taken her shopping at Target over in Montrose. I’d let her buy no fewer than three throw blankets, one for me, one for her, and one for any guest, as well as four oversized pillows which I was laying on right now.

Who needed so many goddamn pillows?

Although the blankets were soft.

We’d shopped, then come back here and waited for the delivery guys, made dinner, and watched Netflix. She fell asleep within the first ten minutes and I carried her to the bedroom and left her there.

Left her there.

Did they give out sainthoods for that? They should. Wyatt, Patron Saint of Gentleman and Blue Balls. So, here I was, sleeping on thereallycomfortable pullout bed, thinking about how much better this was for my back.

But not my dick.

My dick wanted my wife/not wife.

“Wyatt?”

The soft voice in the dark took me by surprise. I sat upright and saw Syd standing in the middle of the cabin in a t-shirt and cotton pajama shorts. A quick lift of her arms and I’d have her shirt off, her tits in my hands. A push inside the waistband of her bottoms and they would slide to the floor.

My fairy should be naked in the moonlight. That’s how she lived in my head.

I shook off the image.

“What’s up, Tink?”

“There’s another spider in the sink.”

At least I could be that. Her champion against all things with many legs. I got out of bed, only realizing at the sound of her gasp, that I was impossibly hard. Visibly hard.

“Ignore it.”

“You keep saying that. It’s not as easy as you think.”

I walked by her, but she stopped me. Her hand around my wrist.

“Okay, maybe I’m not sure if there is a spider in the sink. But when I was lying there in bed alone, I thought there might be, and it kind of scared me. I think it was because of that scary movie you made me watch.”

“You didn’t make it ten minutes into that movie, Tink.”

“The opening credit music was scary.”

“I’ll check for a spider,” I said, like it made sense. But truthfully, I think she woke up and was lonely. The way I was lonely.

I squeezed her hand and walked into the bathroom. I flipped on the light. “No spiders.”

“Under the bed please, too.”