"How is Ruby?" She asks, curiosity settling in her mind as I cringe. I've told her numerous times to never mention the name of my wife while I'm by her side, it makes the guilt resuscitate within me.

How I manage to keep this facade up behind my beautiful wife is a mystery but it developed into a horrible habit, one I cannot quit even if k tried.

"She's fine, I suppose." I deadpan as I pull myself off of her. It's always a turn off when she mentions Ruby, "She's been silent for no apparent reason and I'm not sure as to why."

"Did you do something to upset her?" She furrows her eyebrows, I get that she questions me about her a lot but I don't like it.

I shake my head, "Not that I am aware of, mon amour." Every time I try to ponder what I've done to her, nothing comes to mind. "She's probably upset that I haven't spent any time with her."

She frowns, "As much as I want you with me, I think it'd be best to go with your wife and take out for some sight seeing, mon ange. I bet she hasn't traveled much since your wedding, right?"

I smile, the wedding flashing through my mind in a quick motion. "You of all people should know that, mon amour. You were, after all, the most important guest at our wedding."

She smiles as she wraps her petite arms around herself, "Ruby looked gorgeous in her dress."

Ma femme, Je t'aime, I internally sigh.

"I should go." I whisper, as if someone could actually hear us. She agrees and hops off the bed in all her nude glory - my eyes don't dare to look away.

We get ourselves dressed in silence and decide to have a small make out session before I return to my wife's side. My hands make their way down her waist, her hands threading my hair. We land on the bed once again and she began to undo my pants while I unbuttoned her blouse, refusing to stop kissing her lips.

Then, a sudden knock on the door startles us both.