Taken (Dark Desires 1)

Frank looked a little surprised, but also pleased. He slowly moved back onto the bed, and the two moved to get the covers out from beneath their bodies. Once that was accomplished, the two laid down beside one another.

Frank turned onto his side and propped his head up in the palm of his hand, and looked over at Veronica. A smile played at the corner of his lips. Veronica smiled back at him, her brows meeting.

“What?” she asked him, mirroring his position to look back at him.

“Nothing,” he said. “You’re just so beautiful.”

Veronica smiled, and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done the pillow talk thing,” Veronica admitted, and Frank frowned a little.

“Really?” he asked, moving his hand to gently trace over her upper arm.

“Really,” Veronica softly confirmed. She knew she probably shouldn’t be talking about her relationship, but she was feeling strangely open and vulnerable, and she didn’t really feel like closing up just yet.

“I mean, it was rare enough that we had sex,” Veronica spilled out. “And I mean when we did he sort of just… went to sleep. I guess it gets that way after you’ve been together a while.”

Frank said nothing, but Veronica drew from his expression that he didn’t agree with her.

“What?” Veronica prodded, wanting him to bare all since she was doing the same.

“I mean nothing,” Frank shook his head. “I just didn’t have that experience, is all.”

It was veronica’s turn to be disbelieving.

“You mean for as long as you were married, things never got even a little stale?” Veronica raised her eyebrow. She knew it was bold to bring up his wife, but she was in a bit of a bold mood anyway.

Fortunately, Frank smiled and gave her a chuckle.

“No, it never did,” he said with a shrug. “I was just always amazed and interested in her. She was… magical to me, I guess.”

Veronica felt a chill, and a small pang of jealousy at the mention of his wife.

“I wish I could relate,” Veronica shrugged.

Frank was quiet for a moment, and he frowned.

“So…” he started. “I take it your relationship with Calvin isn’t exactly living up to your expectations.”

Veronica frowned and thought for a moment. There was a part of her that wanted to change the direction of this conversation. But there was another part of her that wanted to open up about her frustrations. In the end, the latter was the part of her that won out.

“I didn’t really have any expectations, exactly,” Veronica said quietly. “And in the beginning things really were great. He was smart, and he was going somewhere. He still is. So, I just always felt lucky to be with him.”

Frank listened quietly, his eyes locked on her.

“I think domestic life got to me,” Veronica speculated aloud. “Just the whole do dishes, wash laundry, go to work, repeat cycle. And I always tell myself that’s what life is about… but there’s a part of me that really thinks there is something that I’m missing.”

“Like what?” Frank asked, his voice barely more than a murmur.

Veronica suddenly felt very vulnerable, and she blushed a little.

“I don’t know…” Veronica whispered. “But I think I’m getting close to finding out…”

Veronica looked into Frank’s eyes, and he smiled. Again, she felt her heart fill with tenderness as she looked over at him. The tenderness, though, was immediately followed by a rush of guilt, and she cast her eyes down and frowned.

“What’s the matter?” Frank asked, and Ran his hand down to rest on her hip.

Veronica was silent for a moment before she looked back up at him.