339 Forbidden affairs (3)

Warning: smut content.

We spend the rest of the evening eating and chatting. About anything but our relationship.

This is how forbidden affairs work, I guess. One doesn't want to define them, so the topics of the conversations stay far from it.

Alexander wrapped me tightly in the sheet to keep me warm, so I can't move around and reach for the food by myself. But I don't need to, for he's feeding me.

I just sit on his lap with my fingers clenching the upper part of the sheet. I open my mouth when he offers me some food, and I look him in the eye while chewing.

«Did you feel compelled to do this while we were married?» he murmurs, looking down at the empty plate.

«Eating?» I reply, losing track of his words for a moment.

Oh, he means bed duties...

It was one of my duties, as his wife, but he never told me I had to. Maybe he did but I've forgotten soon enough. Is he doubting himself now?