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As I finish the sandwiches, Dean steps closer, blowing gently on the back of my neck. It’s a brief touch of his nearness, and it makes me feel both excited and scared at the same time.
He and I sit down at the table with Abby, and the two of them make awkward conversation as we eat. And I can’t stop smiling, feeling as if things are so close to being perfect.
After lunch, Abby sits on the couch to watch a movie while I take Dean upstairs to our closet so he can look through Caleb’s suits.
The moment we’re alone upstairs, I feel the warm, arousing tension grow. It’s a delicious combination of excitement and danger.
As I slide the hangers on the rack, finding one of Caleb’s older suits, Dean steps up behind me, bringing his lips to my neck.
I hum with how good his lips feel on my skin. His hard body presses up against my back, sending waves of heat to my core. His hands grab me by the hips, grinding himself against me so I can feel the length of his cock against my ass.
“We can’t get carried away,” I whisper. The last thing I want to do is stop him, but I have to. If Abby were to come up here, it would be a disaster for many reasons.
“I know,” he mumbles against my neck. “But I told you I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
When he finally drags himself away, he does so with a pained sound. “Fine. Let’s find a suit.”
I laugh as I pull one down from the rack. “Here, try this. It’s a few years old.”
Taking the black tux from my hand, he checks around the corner for Abby and decides to just try it on in our closet. I stay by the doorway to stand guard. I mean, I’m not going to miss watching him take off his clothes.
Crossing my arms as I lean against the doorway, I replay some of the things Dean said the other day when we were together.
What did you expect me to do, Briar? Sit on the sidelines while I watch you get the man I want…or watch him get the woman I want?
Does he really want us?
“Can I ask you a question?” he asks as he buttons up the black pants.
“Yeah,” I reply, straightening my spine.
“Did you know about Caleb?”
Dread swarms in my belly. This feels like such a hard topic to discuss because it means that I have to face the shame I feel. I never knew something so intimate about my own husband. What kind of wife doesn’t know that sort of thing?
Solemnly, I shake my head.
Noticing my melancholy expression, he takes a step toward me. “Briar, look at me.”
Apprehensively, I turn my gaze up to his face.
“It’s not your fault. I mean, maybehedidn’t even know. It doesn’t make you a bad wife, you know?”
Forcing a sad smile, I close the distance and wrap my hands around his middle, nuzzling my face against his chest.
“Thank you for saying that,” I mumble.
“It’s true.”
“I still feel bad,” I reply without pulling away. “I’m sure even if he knew, he wouldn’t have felt safe coming out. His father wasn’t the most supportive parent.”
Dean scoffs. “Trust me, I know. I dated his little brother, remember?”
Pulling away quickly, I stare at him with astonishment. “Dated?”
He laughs as he puts some distance between us, reaching for the shirt. “We were fourteen,” he says. “It’s not like we had sex.”
“You don’t need to have sex for a relationship to be valid,” I argue.
