I wanted to have s*x with him right this second, but I was too pissed to actually go through with it. I kept thinking about where he’d just come from, and I was positive he was exhausted anyway. He’d probably used up all his energy on the woman he was with earlier.
He lay down beside me and pulled me into a hug while I kept my back turned to him.
"Face me," he said. I was way too angry, confused, and embarrassed to even look at him. But I couldn't even vent my frustration because of the scene I’d caused earlier with that ring. I’m not bringing it up again. I don’t even want to know what that expensive rock was for or who it was supposed to be for.
"I’m sleepy, Roger..."
He kissed my shoulder. "Okay. Goodnight."
I was hoping he’d make some real time for me, but he didn't. He’d leave at
