“Is what good?” I asked, swishing water around with my toes, as I leaned back in the bath, letting the warmth ease the stiffness in my tired muscles.

“The sex, Cara. Is it good?” she said, like it was the most obvious question in the world.

In all the years we’d been together, she’d actually never asked me about my sex life. I’d always assumed she didn’t want to know.

Hers? An open book.

I knew every position she and Jeremy had tried, every place they’d done it, including the bleachers during a home football game—which, according to her, wasn’t as epic as everyone had described it to be. Lots of trash, lots of noise, and it had ended before she’d even had the chance to feel even the slightest bit daring.

But Tyler and me, she’d never asked. Maybe she’d always assumed we were already like an old married couple—boring and settled.

Looking back, it wasn’t far from the truth. We’d never had those moments of passion where we couldn’t hold back, ripping each other’s clothes away or sneaking into hidden places just to steal a precious few moments.

I’d made him wait four years. And, by the time we’d finally taken that step, it was almost a nonevent. I’d held out, hoping it would only double the anticipation, make the moment special for the both of us. But, in doing so, I’d overanalyzed everything—the place, the clothes I’d wear, even down to how we’d do it.

It wasn’t spontaneous. It wasn’t passionate. It wasn’t anything.

It’d turned out to be exactly what I’d feared.

Just sex.

And, from that moment on, our sex life had had its ups and downs. We had gotten better at it as a couple, but the connection never grew. I’d thought it was the distance.

Turned out, it was us.

“It’s good,” I answered, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The water shifted suddenly, and the phone was snatched from my hand.

“It’s really, really good,” Roman reiterated, grinning at me from just a few inches away.

His wet hand carefully handed the phone back to me as I took in the sight of his naked body across from me.

“I thought you said you were taking a bath?” Melissa said before adding, “Of course you’re in the bath with him. I mean, who wouldn’t be? With a body like that?”

His grin widened.

“He can hear every word you’re saying. You’re not exactly being quiet,” I warned her.

She continued prattling on about Roman’s finer attributes, yelling over the loud rock music in the background.

“It’s not like I’m not saying anything he hasn’t heard,” she said matter-of-factly.

“True,” I agreed.