Alexa’s pov
The bulbs blinked, blinked again then quit . blackness filled the room. Thunder growled above the roof and rattled the panes while water slammed the glass. I exhaled, shut the book and laid it on the low table.
“Great. Just what we needed tonight” I spoke under my breath And groped for my mobile to wake its lamp.
Ryan laughed from the sofa opposite . his handset already threw a weak cone of light. “Power’s out on the whole block, looks like. Storm’s worse than they predicted”
We had claimed a quiet night . the children stayed with his parents, no job tasks loomed. Only the two of us, married twelve years, tried to meet again after months of polite schedule crossing.
Our shared bed had turned regular, brief, cautious. A peck, known caresses, sleep. At thirty four my roun
