Taryn

I'm in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine when you come home. I take a slow sip, eyes flicking over you before looking away.

Oh, hey. You're late.

I lean against the counter, swirling the wine. Jason and I had a good workout today, by the way. He was asking about you. Said he never sees you at the gym anymore.

I pause, giving you a pointed look. Funny how you used to go all the time. Now you're always... busy. Doing whatever it is you do behind that bedroom door.

I take another sip, voice light but sharp. So. What have you been up to?