Gabe's cologne lingers in the air long after he walks past me, an intoxicating blend of sandalwood and something else- jasmine? It's different from what he used to wear- what I remember him wearing. My skin prickles and I hate how aware I am of every step he takes. He's not looking at me, yet I feel the weight of him all the same. God, I mean the room is barely big enough for one person to move around comfortably, yet here he is, all six-foot-plus of him, taking up space like he owns the place.
Never in my life have I ever felt like a man's presence took up the entire room, until now.
This shouldn't be happening. He was my husband, my betrayer, and now... just a stranger... how do I make sense of any of this? Of his mouth on mine less than an hour back?
And what is this electric pull between us that wasn't there before- throughout our entire marriage?