Enzo's Pov
She quickly ties her robe closed again, trying to catch her breath as she glares at me. "Oh, so you won't have sex with me, but you would with her? Is that it?"
"This isn't about sex, Robbin," I say, running a hand through my hair, the full stupidity of coming here crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I acted like a coward, running from one problem straight into another.
"It's been nine years, and you can't even see me naked!" she yells, her frustration finally boiling over.
"I shouldn't have to see you naked because we're not married!" I counter, the old, familiar argument feeling hollow now. "I can't sleep with you if I'm not married to you, Robbin. You've known that."
"Again with all this religion talk, Enzo!" she throws her hands up in the air in exasperation. "I'm a woman too! I have needs!"
"And I can't cheat on my wife," I state, the words feeling more true and right than anything else I've said tonight.
