The thought of a solution, a possible remedy, offered a fragile flicker of hope, but the weight of his inadequacy still pressed down on him.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep, but the knot in his stomach remained, a constant reminder of the void he couldn't fill.
Beside him, Madison's thoughts drifted in a different direction, the aftershocks of her own passionate release fading into a subtle hum of longing.
"Why do I feel this... emptiness?" she mused, the exquisite pleasure now a distant memory, replaced by a subtle ache of incompletion.
There was something missing, a profound void that lingered despite the exquisite release.
The image of her handsome son, his vibrant energy, his captivating presence, unbidden, flooded her mind.
Not with resentment, but with a surprising sense of longing, a subtle yearning that had little to do with the absent connection with her husband.
