Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

Were you that bored? That desperate, sitting there all alone in

your little apartment, dreaming of all the things I could do to

you to punish you? You had to come here and see for

yourself?”

Fiery, sparking anger lit up Coralyn’s eyes, bringing them

back to life. She was so far from healed, but she had picked up

the pieces, Giana could tell. Her grief would be raw for some

time yet, but she was closer to herself than she’d probably

been in years. Giana knew it because she’d gone through the

same process, except she’d been lost for years. Coralyn was so

much stronger than she knew.

“I came here because I want this over. I told you. I want to

be free of you.”

“Yes, you said so, but then you locked the door, and you

took off your coat.”

“Because you told me to!”

“Do you always do the things that other people tell you to

do? Or did you do them because you wanted to? Because after

your anger and your resentment and your sorry state and your

grief cooled off, all you were left with was what happened

between us against that wall?”

Coralyn’s jaw clenched. “If that’s all I’m left with, then

that’s all you’ve been thinking about too.”

She was right about that. So damn right. But not just

because it had been physical. It had been something else

entirely for Giana and she’d decided that she needed to see if

she could replicate that feeling. Because something was more

than nothing, and she’d been nothing inside for twenty years.

Perversely, she wanted to see if she could press on the spot,

because then, she told herself, she could understand how to dig