Mandy shivered at his words and settled comfortably on his lap, thighs running parallel to his. "I want you to look at me like that too," she whispered. "I just- I don't feel sexy Roger. At all. I'm fat and everything makes me sick and I understand how you could look at Fleur, who's so beautiful and perfect and clearly wants to have sex with you... and you don't look at me like that because you don't find me attractive and I don't blame you at all... Fleur is interested and wants you and... I know you want her. I know you're curious about what it'd be like to be with her. And I hate that I have no desire to have sex. I want to make love with you but I'm always so tired and exhausted and I miss sneaking off with you at parties..."
She dropped her head to his shoulder, letting it rest lightly against him. "I failed you... I failed us. But so did you. I can't play these games... I can't worry that, while I'm pregnant and if I'm not in the mood or something changes that you're going to run off and let her be all over you. She glanced back at the paper on the dresser. "That's not how friends look at one another..."
Her lips brushed lightly over his shoulder. She could still smell the faint scent of whatever it was Fleur wore on him and that made her pull away. "You still smell like her..." she whispered, unable to meet his gaze.