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“Come on, Caleb. You have to admit what a mess this is.”
“She’ll understand,” I say, forcing myself to believe it. “We’re not going to kick you out on the streets.”
He chuckles, scrubbing a hand over his head. “It’s sort of funny when you think about it. You thought Briar was going to cheat on you, but you?—”
“Don’t say it.”
Shutting his mouth, he slips out of the car, closing the door behind him. As I watch him walk away, disappearing around the back of the garage, I feel everything truly sink in.
This entire time, I thought he was the home-wrecker, the one who would ruin everything I have here. But it turns out that person is me. I’ve denied my feelings for him, pulled away from my wife, and avoided standing up to my father. I’ve even failed at giving Briar the child she wants.
I’ve ruined my own fucking life.
Dean has known he was bisexual since he was a teenager, or maybe before that. And here I am, a thirty-three-year-old man still grappling with the truth of my own sexuality.
I’m not ready to say those words yet. I don’t fully understand what any of this means for me. But I love my wife. That’s all that has ever mattered. Why would I need to come out if I was happily married?
But maybe that’s what got me in this mess in the first place. It’s like I’ve suffocated a part of myself, and now it’s clawing to get out. There’s no excuse for what I’ve done tonight, but it feels like I understand myself a little more for the first time in my life.
Now, it’s time to face the music.
I climb out of the car and walk steadily into the house. I hear the TV on upstairs, so after locking the door and dropping my keys in the bowl, I head up to the second floor to face my wife.
“Hey,” she chirps from the bed. She’s in a pair of light-pink pajamas with her hair pulled into a bun on her head. “How was dinner?”
Standing in the doorway, I stare at her for a moment. She is so beautiful and perfect andmine.How do I possibly deserve her? I don’t. Ten years ago, I must have done something right or I’ve conned her into being my wife for this long. I just know that I love this woman more than anything, and no matter how much I don’t deserve her, I refuse to lose her.
I clear my throat, tugging off my jacket as I reply, “It was fine. Abby is staying with my mom tonight.”
“She already told me,” Briar replies.
I kick off my shoes and unbutton my shirt as I approach the bed. I’m wound tight. At any moment, I could blow. And I just need to hold her before everything explodes.
“Well, hello,” she says with a sweet hum as I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. Wrapping my hands under her knees, I jerk her toward me until she’s lying on the bed.
“Caleb,” she gasps in surprise.
Ripping off my shirt, I throw it on the floor as I lower myself over her. As my lips meet hers, she hums into the kiss, running her fingers through my hair.
“You should leave Abby at your mother’s more often,” she says with a giggle as I grind myself between her legs.
Then, because I don’t know any other way to approach this, I ask, “Would you let Dean fuck you?”
She stiffens, trying to push my face from her neck. “What?”
“You said he tried to have sex with you that day at the museum. Why didn’t you let him?”
“Caleb, what are you talking about?”
Lifting up, I stare down into her eyes. “I want to understand why you stopped him. How did you resist it if you wanted him so bad?”
Looking perplexed, she tilts her head. “Because I’m married to you. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else.”
“You don’t want to sleep with him?” I ask.
She tries to push me away again, but I don’t budge. “You’re acting weird. What’s going on?”
“What if you could? What if I said you could sleep with him?”
