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somehow find the strength to make it through when my heart is too heavy to continue.
    He groans as he grinds against me, slowly sliding up and down my wet pussy. “Jesus, you’re wet.”
    The tip of his cock nudges my entrance, and I spread my legs as wide as they can go, welcoming my missing half. He slides in an inch, and my body pitches with satisfaction. He stills, and I give him a minute to get himself under control.
    After a second, I try to pull him closer, but he resists. I feel him get clammier with every moment. My heart jerks wildly as a feeling of dread perches low in my gut. He’s rigid under my fingertips, sweat beading on the back of his neck. His breathing is rapid, almost tortured, and before I can wrap my head around what’s going on, he pulls out of me completely.
    I gasp, my head spinning, and grab his face before he can move off me. “Hey, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”
    “Jesus,” he mutters, pushing my hands away and sitting up. “Fucking Christ!”
    “What? What’s wrong? Tell me.”
    “I can’t… I’m sorry. I can’t…” He pulls his head down in his hands.
    “What? What can’t you do? Tell me.”
    He lifts his head, pain dotting his eyes. A tear slips down his cheek before he swipes his hand roughly across it. I’m horrified at how tormented he seems. I try to read into what’s causing his pain, but he reins himself in.
    “It’s not you, okay? I love you so much. I want you to understand it’s not you.” He swipes his hands through his hair. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
    “What?” I feel as if the floor has fallen out from under me. Like an earthquake has just sliced open the ground I’m standing on.
    He shakes himself off, blows out a breath, and hits me with eyes full of remorse. “I didn’t think. I’m sorry. I didn’t bring condoms.”
    “I don’t understand.” I pull my legs away from him.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his face falling.
    “I don’t understand,” I scream, on my way to a full meltdown. “What does that have to do with it, Cooper? We’ve never used a condom. Never. Not once since we’ve been together.”
    My head can’t wrap around what he’s telling me. We’ve never, in all the years we’ve been together, used a condom. I’ve always been on birth control, until we decided to get pregnant. His sudden concern about condoms makes no sense. My mind is reeling, and my emotions are a mixture of overpowering hurt, rejection, and anger. All three course so thickly through my veins that I feel as if the blood flow to my heart will stop. I start to cry.
    I don’t understand him. He’s hurting me. I grimace as I pull my legs tighter to my body, hiding my nakedness.
    “Baby…” His voice breaks, and the pain in it pulls my eyes to his. “Don’t cry. Look, I know we haven’t used one before, but I can’t do it without one right now. I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”
    “I don’t understand.” I sob, hurt pounding through me. “I don’t understand. Please, tell me the real reason. Tell me what’s going on. It’s more than condoms.”
    I watch his face carefully, searching for anything that would indicate he’s lying. It can’t be condoms…
    His eyes close. “I’m sorry, Ky. I can’t do it. I can’t take… I can’t take the risk of you getting pregnant.”
    My pulse roars so ferociously that all I hear is a thick, fast whooshing in my ears. I look at him with tears falling down my face. “What did you just say? Please, tell me I didn’t hear what I think I did.”
    I feel rejected. Unwanted. Unloved.
    Part of me understands what he just said, but I can’t see it through the cloud of rejection. I don’t believe his excuse. He doesn’t understand that I need him. It’s more than sex. He’s pushing me away, and it’s killing me. He’s killing our marriage. I need more from him.
    Suddenly, I’m so angry that I move off the sofa at lightning speed, grabbing my blouse and panties.