perverted husband
Bill sat pensively on the sofa, precisely on a wide terrace facing directly to the beach.
'Abbie... I don't know... When Steffi can't understand me, I miss you so much... But I know, I can't run away in this situation... I already love her... But... .sometimes it is also impossible for me to comply with all her wishes ... I remember, before you deliberately did not dive because you knew I would be very worried about you, you understand that this phobia can cause severe anxiety for me ... you didn't do it because you know I don't want bad things to happen to you,' he thought while remembering the days when he was dating her ex.
"Hey..."
Steffi came, sat beside Bill, and held his shoulder. Bill just kept silent, staring ahead as if he didn't want to respond to Steffi.
"We're not going to dive," said Steffi.
"You can do it if you want, I won't forbid you," whispered Bill without turning his head. "But maybe I will worry all the time," he continued.