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But I can’t help but wonder, where does this end? It’s evident that Sarah has feelings for Kat, and Kat has feelings for her, and I’m somewhere in between. Do I have feelings for Kat too? I’m starting to admit to myself that I might…

But how far can this actually go? We can’t just bring another woman fully into our relationship… right?

The thought should terrify me. Should make me want to establish boundaries, to protect what Sarah and I have built over twenty years of marriage. But instead, I find myself wondering how it would work. How we would navigate the complexities of bringing another person into our relationship.

I don’t know what to think, but I force myself to stop worrying for the time being.

Sarah reaches across me to grab her wine from the coffee table and her body brushes against mine. Kat shifts to make room, her hand landing casually on my thigh for balance. The touch isn't sexual, but it's intimate in a casual sort of way.

Sarah yawns, nuzzling closer to me. “I think I had too much wine. I can hardly stay awake.”

I wrap my arm around Sarah's shoulders to pull her closer. Without thinking, I do the same with my other arm, and Kat accepts the invitation, settling against my side.

The three of us sit there in comfortable silence, the radio playing softly in the background. Despite the newness of this all, it feels so normal, like it’s happened a million times before.

But the practical part of my brain keeps nagging at me. People would talk. Our kids would have questions. Our jobs could be affected. It's one thing to have an open marriage, to experiment with others. It's another thing entirely to bring someone else into your relationship permanently.

And yet...

I look down at Sarah, half-asleep against my chest, then at Kat, who's watching her with such tenderness it makes my heart ache. There's something here. Somethingreal.

The jealousy I felt earlier transforms into something else, because I get it now. I get why Sarah is drawn to Kat, why she wants to explore this. It's not about filling a gap that’s missing in our marriage. It's about adding something new, something that could make us all happier.

“We should probably get her to bed,” Kat says softly, nodding at Sarah who's now fully asleep.

I nod, but neither of us moves. The moment feels too perfect to break.

“Thank you,” I murmur, “for being patient with us while we figure this out.”

Kat meets my eyes, and I see the same questions there that I've been asking myself all night. Where does this go? How farcanit go? But I also see hope in her eyes that mirrors my own.

“Thank you for letting me be part of it,” she responds. “And for trusting me with her.”

CHAPTER 11

SARAH

The bed is empty when I wake up, and everything feels normal for a brief second before the events of last night come flooding back to me. Surprisingly, nothing sexual happened—likely due to my slight overconsumption of wine—but it was incredible all the same. I had fallen asleep with my heart brimming with affection.

This all feels too good to be true.

After checking my phone for notifications and pushing down the tiny twinge of disappointment at seeing nothing from Kat after last night, I roll out of bed and follow the smell of coffee to the kitchen. To my surprise, Quentin isn’t the only one here. Kat sits across from him, sipping her black coffee and wearing one of my old t-shirts and a familiar pair of pajama pants.

She stayed the night.

For some reason, that warms my heart, even though I wasn’t awake for it.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she teases.

I make a beeline for the coffee pot, though I don’t miss the slightly awkward silence, as if I interrupted their conversation. “Good morning.”

After pouring myself a cup of coffee, I join the two of them at the table. We talk a bit, but a lot of the time is spent in comfortable silence. It feels so domestic, so normal, like we’ve been doing this our entire lives.

Quentin and I don’t go back to work for a couple more weeks, and Kat says she doesn’t have any work scheduled today—just an engagement photo shoot tomorrow—so it’s an easy decision for the three of us to spend the day together.

We take our time getting ready for the day but make no plans to go anywhere. Maybe it’s all in my head, but there’s still an undercurrent of sexual tension flowing between the three of us after last night, and I’m dying to act on it.

But when Quentin leaves the room to take a shower, Kat and I can’t keep our eyes off each other, and I know she feels it too. I’m just finishing washing the dishes from last night when Kat joins me in the kitchen, backing me up against the counter.

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