“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 w
hat 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.
“I’m cheating on my boyfriend,” she said with a dry laugh. Franks face fell a little slowly, and she could see his jaw clench.
“I definitely never imagined myself in this situation,” Veronica admitted, moving to lie down on her back, allowing her to look up at Frank.
“I have to say I never thought I’d be in this situation either,” Frank said softly, moving his hand to trace his fingertips over her stomach. “But then again, I never thought I’d feel about someone this way again…”
Veronica looked up at him, and gave him a smile.
“I never thought I could in the first place,” Veronica said softly. She reached up and ran her hand over Frank’s smooth jaw.
They were quiet for a good little while after that. Veronica scooted her body closer to his, and Frank laid down and wrapped his arm around her waist.