down to watch a DVD they’d rented, but Kyra told him she wanted to go upstairs and take a bath and read for a bit. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what was wrong, but he just let her go upstairs and flipped around the dial. He did not realize how late it had gotten until the eleven o’clock news came on. He shut off the television and head up to bed, wondering if tonight would be one where he got lucky, or if Kyra would already be in bed. She didn’t seem like she was in the mood.
Ethan was surprised to find his wife still awake. She was sitting on the bed in a green v-neck t-shirt and matching terrycloth shorts. Her knees were tucked up against her chest and she looked nervous. Okay , he thought. Maybe she’s ready to talk . He pretended not to notice her state and walked around to his side of the bed. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his sweatpants and joined her on the bed. She sat silently beside him until he felt like they might stay that way all night if he didn’t say something.
“Is everything all right?”
“Ethan, we need to talk,” she said quietly. His stomach flip flopped. We need to talk are the four words no man wants to hear.
“Okay. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t deal with together.”
Kyra looked into his understanding eyes and did not know how she was going to get through this. There was no way she was not going to hurt him, but she had to tell him what she’d done. God, she didn’t even know where to begin.
"Before I say anything else I want you to know that I love you. I have always loved you and this didn't have anything to do with that," Kyra started. She hoped he would just let her get it all out.
"That doesn't sound good."
"Just let me tell it all before I lose my nerve. I don't think you'll be shocked if I say things have not been exactly right between us for a long time. I don't think our marriage is coming apart, but I just don't think we're coming together anymore. Sometimes it just doesn't feel like we're really a couple anymore. We're just not connecting on an intimate level."
Ethan nodded. Although he felt sick to his stomach, he kept his mouth shut. He did not want to jump to the worst conclusion.
"I'm not saying any of that is an excuse for what I did," she went on, even though she knew that was exactly how it sounded. "It's just that I want you to know that was the frame of mind I was in. You see, this guy at work started flirting with me.” She saw Ethan's face harden. "And I flirted back with him. I thought it was just a harmless thing. You know how that can go sometimes. I always liked to flirt in college. Well, things went from just flirting to emails, and then he asked me to meet him for a drink one night and I agreed.”
Kyra couldn't look at her husband at all as she explained what happened outside the pub that night. When she finished the room was deadly silent. She didn't know what she would do if Ethan started crying. She wanted him to scream at her, get angry, call her names, but the silence was terrible and if he cried it would kill her.
"So that was it? All you did with this guy was kiss him?” Ethan kept an even monotone. He did not want to lose his temper. He was afraid of what he might say. Everything Kyra said leading up to her admission was true, but that did not give her license to go off with another guy. He might have lost it on her if he weren't carrying some guilt of his own.
Kyra felt like a specimen pinned to a board. Now that she had told him part of it, she felt compelled to tell him all of it. But could he forgive her? Would it end their marriage? She tried to think how she would feel if he made a similar admission. She would be furious if he did anything with another woman, but touching someone as intimately as she did with Bill was so much worse than just kissing someone. What if Ethan had gone to a hotel room and stripped another woman naked? What if he had gone down on her? Somehow she did not think