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He got himself clean and put on his PJs before going back to bed. He laid down on a different side of hers, giving her his back. "Sorry I kept forcing you to make love with me." He said, thinking she was crying because he forced her.

She curled up even more. "No, I want to make love with you," she whispered. "But you keep asking me questions."

"Those are the simplest questions and you can't even answer them." He said coldly. "I don't want to be those men who rape their wives. So tell me if you don't want to do it."

She nodded. "I do want it," she said quietly. She rolled over and snuggled into him shyly. "I wonder what has happened to us."

He turned to face her, his eyes was full of sadness. "It's you. You don't like me anymore. You're just a young woman who gets bored easily with having a single make love partner."

She shook her head. "No, I do love you. I love you so much," she said, smiling gently. "I'm not bored with you at all."