I needed his comfort, however, I just couldn’t tell him about the recent events involving being exposed to the flu. So I kept it to myself, like I did so much. It had only been a week, and it was good to see John, until I remembered I was mad at him for covertly deciding on all these building projects without discussing them with me first. I set my massage table up in the open hall, just like I’d been doing for almost two years, and waited, quietly seething. When he came around the corner, his face split with a genuine smile, and then it froze when he saw I was angry. Instinctively, he must have known the source of my ire. “Honey, I wanted to surprise you,” he pleaded as he enveloped me with his muscular arms. “And yes, I also knew you would protest.” He looked around and, seeing we were alone in the room, he gently kissed me. That’s all it took for me to forgive him. “The plans really are incredible and Jason already has the footings in,” I said as I spread some oil on his back and began to knead his tight muscles.
