Platonic Lies

Summary

The first time Henry and I were truly bare before each other was five years into our marriage. It sent him into a volcanic rage.

“Annabel, will you die if you don’t try to seduce me for a single day? Have you no concept of what Platonic love is?”

I opened my eyes, realizing I had fallen asleep in the tub, exhausted.

Before I could explain, he had thrown his clothes back on and was dragging my naked, dripping body into the courtyard.

“If you love being naked so much, then enjoy it out here!”