JONATHAN'S POV
As tempted as I was to knock on that door to remind my wife that we had been talking first, I resisted and worked out my frustration by burning holes into the tiled floors. She came back out and went back to her position by her side of the bed, and everything be darned, I couldn't help but take notice again how beautiful she was without makeup. Even in that shapeless baggy top and oversized shorts, she still looked absolutely pleasing to the eye. Her hair was in a messy bun atop her head. I cleared my throat to get my mind out of the gutter. Hopefully, she had no clue what I was thinking.
"Sorry about that." She apologized, and I waved her apology away like it didn't matter, even though it did. As much as I hated to admit it, I'd felt a feeling like this before. Why was it that when I was finally ready to accept the way I was feeling for the woman, she was asking for a divorce. Or was it the reverse?
