⊰ 5 ⊱ Unraveling Before Him: Part 1

As I step out of the bathroom, the warm bath having soothed my tired muscles, I pause, adjusting the towel wrapped snugly around my body. My hair is piled atop in a messy bun, a few stray strands kissing my neck. The sound of incessant buzzing draws my attention, and I turn to see Marcel’s phone vibrating against the coffee table.

He’s back?

My gaze flickers to the sofa across from it, seeing Marcel sitting there, a glass of scotch in hand and brows furrowed in evident frustration. With an irritated sigh, he snatches up the phone, silences it, and tosses it back onto the table, the device skittering across the polished wood.

And in a bad mood. Great.

I watch him for a moment, taking in the tension that seems to radiate off him in waves. Alessandra’s earlier words echo in my mind, her insistence that what Marcel and I need is to reconnect.

To reconnect his penis with my vagina.

I blink at the memory,