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Ollie washed me. It was something he had only ever done when we’d indulged in each other’s bodies in the shower.
Today he didn’t arouse me, sensing my bone-deep exhaustion. He even washed my hair, which felt so intimate it made me cry.
“Oh, darling,” he crooned, covering my face in a thousand kisses. “Let’s get you to bed. You need rest.”
“Will you stay with me?”
“Of course.”
When I folded my arms around his warm body, I felt at peace.
Yet a tiny part of me wished he was cocooned in Kaspar’s bulk, too. Safe in another pair of arms.
It shouldn’t be.And it was all right. We were still Bo and Ollie, mated and married and happy.
Chapter 15
Ollie
Bo’s exhaustion and sadness weighed on me all throughout the next couple of days. The team was away for a game against the Gators.
I had it in for that team but breathed a little easier since that Harper asshole had been traded to the Feuerfeld Füchse. A grin stole over my face.
You’ve come a long way from not speaking any hockey lingo to keeping up with who got traded where.
It made me proud to be part of the SAPs, the spouses and partners. Bo’s trophy husband.
He pretended not to like it when I called myself that but the way it turned him on told me the opposite was true.
My smile turned into a smirk. I was glad it was just me in the office.
RIP to my ability to mask.
I’d had a poker face for all of my career, ever the professional manager. The older and freer that I had got, the more I despised the mask that I’d hidden behind.
A lot of it was thanks to Bo. He’d loved me with the mask on. He worshipped the ground beneath my feet with the mask off.
‘You were a beautiful caterpillar, but you were always meant to be a butterfly, älskling.’
A few tears slipped from my eyes and trickled down into my beard.
How was it possible to love someone like that? And how lucky to get to keep them?
Once more, my brain took a detour and turned to the night with Kaspar.
I’d always been great at making myself miserable. Today was no exception.
I poured a glass of water for myself, sat down at my desk, and stared out at the gorgeous houses across the street. We had our office in the city centre, and I still loved it.
Just like you love the idea of being a throuple.
I didn’t want just anyone, though. Neither of us had voiced it the last time it came up, but I knew Bo felt the same.
Kaspar had fit in with us. And in us. He feltright. The idea of having a faceless third dude in our home turned me off.
Bo’s heaviness flashed through my mind and another tear slid down my cheek.
My poor baby.
