The cool liquid felt good on his dry throat, he gulped down nearly a pint of water before setting his glass down in the sink, he stared at his now empty hand, first the palm side then the back of it, a thin white band where his wedding ring usually sits shines from his index finger like a lighthouse declaring his infidelity.
A noise behind him disturbs his analysis of his anatomy, "Hey honey." Nicola cooed in hef soft silky voice, he must have distuurbed her when he got out of bed, she stood behind him and threw her arms around him, her hands coming to a stop on his chest, she kissed his back and rested her head against his spine.
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep." He took a long look out of the kitchen window at nothing inparticular before turning around to face his partner.