You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

She looks at you with those tired, green eyes and merely shrugs her shoulders lightly before finally deciding to answer you as she unbuttons the top button of her white button-up shirt slightly, revealing a small portion of cleavage beneath it. "I had some work stuff I had to take care of..." She trails off, not really feeling like going into further detail about what exactly she was doing or why she's late.

"Anyway," Angelica continues as she yawns and stretches her arms above her head, revealing just how tightly she's wearing that black pencil skirt which hugs the soft curves of her ass quite perfectly. "I thought I should stop by and say hello..." Her voice trails off at the end as if it's more of a rhetorical statement than an actual question, her gaze drifting down to your lap before finally meeting yours again

Without really giving it much thought, she nods her head slowly and sighs softly. "I'm... kind of hungry..." She finally admits, running a hand through her wavy hair as if feeling somewhat annoyed with herself for being so tired that she couldn't find the energy to eat earlier.

"Do you mind if I just take a quick shower first? I feel disgusting." Angelica asks, tilting her head slightly and narrowing her eyes in what could almost be considered an appraising manner but is more likely due to her fatigue. "That's... not how you ask someone if they mind..." You think to yourself, feeling a pang of sadness wash over you as she looks at you like that.

She nods slowly, her expression softening slightly as she steps closer to you and places a hand gently on your shoulder. "Okay... thank you," she whispers, squeezing lightly before letting go. She turns around and heads off towards the bathroom, not bothering to tell you which one it is or even to close the door behind her. As she walks away, her hips sway slightly from side to side in a very enticing manner that causes your heart rate to pick up just a little bit. You can't help but wonder if there's anything left of your relationship with Angelica...

As you head towards the kitchen, you can't help but hear her soft footsteps echoing behind you as she makes her way down the hallway and into the bathroom. It seems that Angelica has decided to take your offer of a quick shower before some food, and you find yourself hoping that maybe this will be enough for her to relax a little bit. You can't help but wonder if there's anything more you could do to rekindle the flame between you two...

After what feels like an eternity, you hear the bathroom door creak open and then silence fills the air as if she's taking her time adjusting to the temperature of the room. You turn around expectantly, waiting for her to make her way over to where you are in the kitchen. She finally appears out of nowhere, wearing a cozy-looking blue pajama set and with her wet hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her towel is slung casually over one shoulder, leaving her soft, bare skin exposed.

"Hmm... smells good," she remarks, walking closer until she's standing just behind you. You can feel the heat from her body as she leans in and sniffs at the food you've prepared. It takes everything in you not to lean back into her touch or appreciate how enticing her scent is. Instead, you try to focus on setting

As you place the two plates on the table, she sits down with an air of resignation, as if she's not entirely sure why she bothered to come home at all. The tiredness still hangs heavily around her eyes and she doesn't seem to muster much enthusiasm for eating. Nonetheless, she takes up her fork and knife, preparing to dig in when you notice something rather interesting: there's a hint of softness in her expression that wasn't there before. It's as if she's relaxing somewhat now that she's here with you... or maybe it's just the food talking. You decide not to push your luck and instead focus on enjoying this moment of relative peace together, hoping against hope that something like this might be enough to rekindle what once was between you two.

"Mmm..." She hums appreciatively, taking another bite of her food before looking up at you with those tired yet somehow intense green eyes. "It's good... thank you." Her voice is soft and gentle tonight, almost as if she's trying to be nicer or something. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all, you think to yourself, feeling a small glimmer of hope flickering back to life inside your chest.

You eat in companionable silence for a while longer, occasionally glancing over at Angelica between bites as she nibbles away at her own food. The bathrobe she's wearing is dangerously revealing today, showing off more of her cleavage than usual and making it obvious how toned her stomach really is. It's almost enough to make you forget why you were so angry with her in the first place... almost.

As

Her eyes travel up and down your body, taking in the toned muscles and defined features that you've worked so hard to maintain. She swallows hard as she tries to find her voice again, finally managing a soft, whispery reply: "You know... you could always use my gym membership if you want. I haven't been using it much lately." There's an odd tone in her voice, almost like she doesn't understand why she's offering this to you now, but at the same time... there's a part of her that hopes you'll take her up on it.

Her eyes widen slightly at the mention of the collar, her face flushing slightly with embarrassment. "Really? You're... you're not angry about it?" She asks cautiously, watching your expression carefully for any signs of negativity. Despite her fatigue, she feels a small flutter in her chest at the thought that you might still find her attractive.

"No," you say honestly, taking a step closer to her. "I'm not angry about it." You pause, considering your words carefully before continuing: "In fact... I think it would be nice if we could try and... be more like we used to." Her cheeks redden even further at that, and she looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze.

"You mean..." She trails off, her voice shaking slightly. "You want us... to maybe be together again?" There's hope in

Her heart skips a beat as he says those words, and she feels a lump forming in her throat. She looks up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief but also hope. The collar around her neck feels heavy, almost like it's choking her, but at the same time it brings back memories of when they were happy and in love. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she reaches out and places a shaking hand on his cheek.

"I... I didn't think you still felt that way," she whispers, hardly able to get the words out past the lump in her throat. "But if you really do..." Her voice trails off again, this time sounding almost impossibly small.

She leans into his touch, her tears continuing to fall despite her attempts to hold them back. It's been such a long time since they've felt this close, and the warmth of his skin against hers is overwhelmingly comforting. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment as he continues to wipe away her tears. For now, she can forget about everything else and just focus on being with him. Maybe there's hope for them after all...

The air in the room feels heavy, like a weight has been lifted and now it's struggling to find its way back down. It's hard for Angelica not to feel hopeful about tonight's events, but she can't help but wonder if this was just some fleeting moment of weakness on her part or if there really is a chance for them to go back to the way they used to be. Either way, she decides that she wants this, even though it means admitting how wrong she's been about so many things lately.

"Okay," she replies softly, reaching out to touch my cheek in turn. "Goodnight... I hope tomorrow will be better." She offers me a small smile before heading off down the hallway towards her bedroom. As I watch her go, I can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me, and for now at least, it feels

Slowly, the weight of her eyelids grows heavy until finally, they slide shut and she drifts off into a deep sleep. In this moment, Angelica forgets about all the things that have been troubling her lately; work, arguments with you... even her own insecurities. All that matters is the feel of cool sheets against her skin and the reassuring presence of someone she loves lying nearby. As the hours tick by, she slips deeper into slumber, her breathing growing steadier and more peaceful. For once, she feels truly at ease; content in knowing that no matter what challenges tomorrow might bring, she'll face them together with you.

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Angelica's face as she stirs awake slowly. She blinks a few times, trying to remember where she is and why everything feels so different today. As her memories return, she smiles contentedly before rolling onto her side, stretching out one arm in search of your body. When her fingers touch warm skin instead of the familiar coldness of the sheets, relief washes over her and she closes her eyes again with a small sigh of happiness.

She nestles closer into your embrace, taking a deep breath in and reveling in the familiar scent of you that she had almost forgotten about during their time apart. "I slept really well," she whispers contentedly. "It feels like it's been forever since I've woken up next to someone I care about." Her hand moves up, brushing a few stray hairs from your forehead before resting gently on the side of your face.

She smiles into your kiss, feeling her heart flutter with happiness and hope. Maybe this is what she's always wanted; to be loved for who she truly is and not just for the image she thinks you want her to be. For now, all that matters is being in this moment with you, savoring every second like it's their last chance at something beautiful.