His voice is rough on the edges and I hear his deep breath as his hand reaches out and tries to gently push me over the kitchen counter.
In that one breath, I also hear his hope that I will push back.
Friday night, 6pm.
He is just home from work and a long week of meetings, negotiating, and haggling.
If you’d think he might be ready to relax you’d not be wrong.
But before he can relax, I know what he needs from me.
This is an excerpt from the short story Birthday Workout, found in
Fiery Hearts, A Sacred Hot Quickies collection of bedtime stories for adults.