I DON'T WANT HIM BACK

"You're Home" 

I said to my husband who barely glanced at me as he took off his suit, he just headed for the stairs and of course I followed.

Like the fool I was.

"How was it Jason, was work stressful today?" I tried again but still no response. I shouldn't be surprised, this wasn't the first time, or even the second, or the third time he'd done this. We used to be a happy couple back when our parents had practically arranged our marriage.

Our marriage had started off slow and boring but soon we had come to love each other, we couldn't spend a day without calling, talking or touching each other. Jason suddenly became the love of my life, I had given myself to him. But things started to go sour when no child was coming, he didn't say anything at first but he grew distant but soon enough he let me know; with large outbursts and yelling, even going as far to beat the crap out of me once for yelling back.

I still loved him, maybe I would forever which was while I tried to make amends. I had made dinner in the diner room, wanting a fresh start and to apologize when logically I didn't need to.

I watched as he took off his shirt and licked my lips, he was still perfect; perfect tan body, rock hard abs and tall. Jason slipped into a simple loose shirt and pants then turned to plop on the bed.

"I made dinner......for you" I blurted out and he stared at me, I could see the anger in his eyes, as if he was ready to shun me then he nodded.

"Thank you" he said and stood, "Lead the way" came his deep voice. I smiled and happily got up and lead the way downstairs maybe tonight could be the night where we smooth things over, maybe tonight we could go back to what we used to be.

We sat down and he sat across staring at me and I blushed. Why was he staring at me like that? Was he still angry or maybe he was starting to let all the fighting go, maybe he was still in love with me. No one stared at someone like that without having feelings, I looked down avoiding his green gaze but smiled underneath tonight is that night.

We dug into the food and  I watched as he ate, still nervous. He mostly did the eating while I just took small bites, still eager to see where this leads.

"This is good" he said, eyes roaming over my face and I smiled trying so hard not to blush.

What was wrong with me? He is my husband.

"You like it?" I asked and he nodded, I grinned wanting to push further.

"How was work today?" I asked and he stopped, for a moment I thought I had fumbled everything. My heart pounded harder then he smiled, though it looked