Frankie.
Meanwhile…
The clock says 11pm, as I reluctantly climb the stairs to my bedroom. Our bedroom. I've been married for two years and I still force myself to say that.
Chloe is sweet, extremely beautiful, kind and chic. An intelligent surgeon, with her long, straight legs. Her curves all right. Her hair, luxurious and long. An indication of her Italian and Lebanese heritage. She's every man's dream.
But I can't bring myself to desire her the way I should. I don't know why my body doesn't respond expectedly at her touch. Rather I desire Debby. I crave my own brother's wife, like an addiction.
I just returned from their house. As usual, my brother wasn't home, even as I left the house. I wanted to stay with her, knowing my brother wouldn't return, but she protested against it. She gave me a kiss, her pleading eyes, urging me to leave.
