When he couldn’t meet his partner’s expectations in the bedroom, he felt a deep sense of emptiness.
The evening was supposed to be a special moment for him and his partner. They had planned a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, but reality hit when they got to the living room. He had nothing left to show her after a long day.
His fingers trembled as he picked up the wine from the side table. He took a sip cautiously, the bubbles rising to his nose as the alcohol refluxed in his throat.
She stood by the dining table, her eyes closed, sipping from her glass like she owned it. Her long fingers played with strands of hair that fell into place on her head.
He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself. “Hey, do you want me to join you?” he asked softly.
Her expression shifted from surprise to something else entirely.
She turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if she were hiding something. Then she laughed—a sweet sound that made his stomach churn.
“No way,” she said with a playful tone in her voice, though the underlying tension was palpable.
This was going to be harder than he had imagined.
They both sat there for a moment longer, the silence heavy. He tried to come up with something, anything, but words failed him.
Finally, he broke the silence and said, “I just want you to know that I’m here for you.” His voice was soft, but the weight of his words lingered.
The need inside him had grown stronger by the minute.
She looked up at him with a thoughtful expression on her face. “You mean I’m not enough for you?” she asked softly, her voice filled with something that made him stop.
He shook his head quickly and turned it around to look her in the eye. “No,” he said firmly, “I need more than just you.” His words were clear, but the way she caught onto what he meant sent shivers down his spine.
He couldn’t deny the allure of that expression.
They sat there for a long time longer. Eventually, she decided it was time to head back home.
When he opened the door, she looked at him with a mix of sadness and something else in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice tinged with something he couldn’t place.
He felt like she was still holding onto something important.
As they walked towards the elevator, she reached out a hand and squeezed it gently. “I’ll try to be better,” she said softly.
He looked at her and couldn’t say anything else. Instead, he nodded in agreement as they entered the building together.
The world outside was beginning to seem less important now that he had seen what she needed.
As he got into his car later that night, he drove past the restaurant where their dinner had been planned. He glanced at it from a distance and couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.
She was already gone, but her memory was still with him.
The car passed by his workplace, the familiar sight of the office building making him stop for a moment. He glanced at it and couldn’t help but wish she would come back to work with him.
But he knew better than to make any plans before talking to her.
This was going to be one of the hardest things he’d ever had to go through.
He couldn’t imagine how much more she needed him as they went further away from each other. But with time, perhaps he could make it up for what he had failed to provide.
For now, he just hoped that whatever was next would be better than this.
