I pull back to make sure she sees my intention. “It’s not conventional, but is it wrong to love who you love?”
“But, one woman with three men… what will people think?”
“Who gives a fuck? What happens in our bedroom is nobody’s goddamn business.”
She unhooks her ankles and drops her legs. “I don’t know. This is a lot to take in.”
Fuck! Me and my stupid fucking mouth.
She is retreating because I pushed her too far. I slide my hand down my face, ready to kick my ass for my stupidity. “I’m not asking you to make any life-changing decision tonight, doll. But don’t dismiss what you’re feeling for us just because of society’s standards.”
“I’ve spent my entire life worrying about what other people think and feel.”
“And where has that gotten you?” I brush my thumb along her cheek. “Utterly alone, with no one giving you an ounce of the attention, affection, or love you deserve.”
Her brow furrows, and her smile falls, and I know my bluntness has killed the mood.
She pushes me back and hops off the counter. “Excuse me for a minute,” she says as she scurries down the hallway, shutting the bedroom door closed behind her.
Fuck me!