Starving

It was late. Emily was sitting on a divan, reading a book. Victor was in his office. Working. And probably getting drunk.
This wasn't how Emily imagined their marriage. Living next to each other, rather than together. He rarely kissed her or touched her. On their wedding night, he got so drunk he just fell asleep. And he made no advances to her afterwards.
It felt like involuntary fasting. Like eating bread when you could have cake. She was starved for some affection. Angry. Sad. Disappointed.
But she was a woman. She couldn't make the first move. Or could she?!