Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Someone was there.
It was none other than Tyrone.
His usual routine was a late-night finish, so his early appearance was a surprise to Sabrina.
Tyrone seemed freshly showered, clad only in a towel.
His muscular back, broad shoulders, and slim waist were a testament to his impressive physique.
Damp hair accentuated his youthful appearance, a few strands lying carelessly on his forehead.

His shaving routine had begun, evidenced by the foam on his face and the razor in his hand.
He glanced up at the sound of the door.
“I’m sorry,” she uttered in surprise, swiftly exiting to another bathroom.
As she stood in front of the mirror, the image of Tyrone replayed in her mind.
There was no denying that their three-year marriage had been physically satisfying.
Yet, Tyrone’s body never failed to Leave her awestruck.
After their showers, they settled into bed, the room shrouded in darkness and silence.
Suddenly, a hand reached for hers, indicating Tyrone’s desire to have sex.
Sabrina remained quiet for a moment.
Their baby was now three months old, they could perhaps attempt intimacy again. After all, Tyrone was an attractive man, and
she wasn’t at any disadvantage.
Still, she felt a strange hesitation.
She recalled that particular day at the house when he had consumed soup. He had expressed a preference for taking a cold
shower rather than engaging in sexual activity with her.

Given her delayed response, Sabrina feigned sleep.
Under the moonlight, Tyrone studied her peaceful face, then gently lay beside her.
He softly kissed her neck.
At this, Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open.
For a brief second, their eyes met.
Quickly, Sabrina closed her eyes, pretending to be still asleep.