The Ex with Strings Attached

I'm on artistic residency with my ex. We're creating a new theatre show. There is grief, anger, sadness, and love. We have a big fight. We are traumatised by our past relationship. The erotic energy is strong. We both know it and we never act on it. I'm angry, and horny, and sad, and full of love. He is too. We don't speak of that. I leave the rehearsal room to ''make lunch'', and I masterbate lying on his bed, while he's in the other room rehearsing.