"Not tonight, darling," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers still moving under the sheets. He stands there, awkward and alone, his desire unquenched, as she continues her self-love, her body tensing and releasing in waves, her moans growing louder, more insistent. He knows he should be angry, but all he can feel is a strange sense of longing, a hunger for the intimacy she's finding without him.