Vee ignored him. She moved around the kitchen like he wasn't there, stirring, tasting, adjusting.
"Come on, Vee," he pressed, pushing off the table and moving toward her. "How am I supposed to fix it if I don't know what I did?" He reached her just as she covered the pot, trapping the simmering contents beneath the lid. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against him.
For a second, she let him.
Then she turned.
"When was the last time we fucked?" she asked.
The question hit him like a misfired bullet. Of all the things he thought he had done wrong… That hadn't even crossed his mind.
"Uh…" he blinked, thrown off, his grip loosening slightly. "If memory serves… that was before I went to Singapore."
Her eyes didn't leave his. "That's about a month and a half ago."
"Yeah?" he replied slowly, still trying to catch up.
"You don't see a problem with that?"
