"Would you like some more wine," Jane asked.

"No, I don't want to go to work tired and hung over… why don't you slide over closer to me, I don't bite."

Jane laughed, suddenly in a good humor. How foolish she'd been, she thought, sitting here just assuming he'd go to bed early without her. She set her wine down on the coffee table and, taking her cushions with her, eased over as close to her husband as she could without losing her dignity. In the past few days, he had said some pretty biting things to her, and she didn't want to seem over-anxious to make up with him.

Beside her, Matt Lange was in the same awkward frame of mind. He dropped his arm onto the sofa back behind her, then hesitantly wound it around her shoulders, still not sure that she wouldn't suddenly say something sarcastic to him. From his point of view, Jane was like that – full of lightning personality changes that kept him on his toes. He never was quite sure just where she was coming from. He guessed that this was one of her most interesting traits, but also one of the most irritating.

When she didn't push his arm away, the young husband relaxed. They sat snugly together during the commercial, and a great rush of relief stirred through him as Jane reached casually for his hand. Matt was a stay-at-home type who didn't much care for the unsettling pattern of disagreements they had gotten into, and now his eager young prick was stiffening rapidly beneath his slacks from both emotional relief and growing sexual excitement. Every night they argued meant another missed opportunity to fuck his delectably built young wife… which he didn't like at all. Maybe she really wants to make up, he said to himself as he pulled her softly curvaceous form closer.