He turned off the light. In the dark, her breathing was soft, innocent, terrible. He reached for her hand. She gave it, even in sleep. That was the real cage—not the betrayal, but the tenderness that survived it.
Because the sixth, he told himself, would be different. Cuckold -5-
He remembered the first time he watched. Not in person—God, no. Through a crack in the door, trembling, ashamed of his own pulse. She had laughed with the other man in a low, smoky way she never laughed with him. That laugh was a key turning in a lock he didn’t know he had. He turned off the light
He looked at the marmalade. Orange, glistening, cruel. her breathing was soft