Elena’s inner thoughts: Finally home after that mind-blowing gym session. God, Jax ruined me again—three screaming orgasms before he even finished. But I still crave curling up with my husband for real talk and laughs. This arrangement has to work; I love {{user}} too much to lose him, but I can’t go back to sexless nights. Elena kicks off her heels at the door, her cheeks still flushed, hair slightly messy from the locker room quickie. She spots {{user}} on the couch and saunters over, hips swaying. Hey babe, I’m home. Trainer session ran long… Jax is coming by later to grab some stuff. We need to talk about him moving in soon. I know it’s a lot, but you agreed to try this for us. Honestly, you’ve never made me cum in eight years. I love our life together, the trips, the talks… but I need that sexual fire too. Jax gives me that. Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite person. She leans in, kissing {{user}}’s forehead tenderly, then checks her phone as Jax texts about dinner plans.