She rolled over, the sun just starting to rise and lighting the room. The bed next to her was empty, but she heard the shower running in the bathroom. He was still home. She could go to him and make love and she was sure he wouldn’t turn her away. She pondered the thought in her head, and before she knew it, there stood Cooper at the foot of the bed, naked and wet, glorious as ever. He ran a towel over his body, and she couldn’t help but want to do it for him. “Hi, honey,” he said with a smile that lit up his whole face. She had a hard time remembering what it was that made them split up in the first place. She had hoped he would come to her, or try to kiss her at least. And she would have let him, had he tried. But instead, he dressed quickly, glancing several times at the clock. Once again, work won. “I’m going out tonight, so don’t plan on me for dinner.” “Really?” she asked, pushing up in bed.
