At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

One evening, I bought new lingerie especially for him. Dark red—the kind of thing I hadn’t worn in more than twenty years.

I let my hair down.

I put on makeup.

 

I sprayed on the perfume Robert used to love when we were younger.

I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, and for the first time in months, I thought:

Maybe I can still surprise him.

Robert was sitting in bed watching television.

I walked into the bedroom and stood in front of him.

He looked up.

For one second, his eyes rested on me.

My heart was pounding.

Then he said,

 

“Aren’t you cold?”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“The room is chilly. Put something on, Linda.”

Then he turned his attention back to the television.

I stood there in that expensive red lingerie wishing the floor would open