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Kyle breaks away from his wife with a grin and catches me looking at them. He winks at me and a flash appears in my head.
We were at the lake house. I was a sophomore in college while Kyle was on leave. I promised myself I would go to bed early that night since I was planning to drive to a friend's house in Chicago the next day and the guest bedroom was the farthest from the party area. When I opened the door my brother and Angelina were fucking, as mortified as I felt that I had interrupted them they didn't even stop. Kyle asked me if I wanted to join them. It was my first threesome experience and I remember feeling like shit the next day. Kyle sat down with me and began to explain that it was part of his lifestyle and that he was in a polyamory relationship with Angelina, who was also his submissive at the time. Back then my knowledge of BDSM was zero and I thought it’s a kink. Kyle explained is not, and being into BDSM has nothing to do with his sensuality. It is consensual and disclosed to everyone involved. Sometimes there may be a hierarchy and sometimes they’re equal. He and Angelina were equal and sharing her was something he liked a lot. Kyle mentored me and I realized that there is much more to it than sex. In fact that was not even the ultimate purpose of it but the bond of trust and protection that is created. To me it opened up a world and my mind. Fuck, with Greta everything went to shit.
“Dean, you okay?” Miriana's voice and the touch of her hand on my knee yank me back to reality.
Blinking a couple of times, I see her crouched down in front of me while Kyle looks on from the kitchen. “Yeah, sorry,” I offer a shaky smile, “I'm just wiped out.”
“Exhausted or lost in thought?” Miriana glances at my hand, now curled into a tight fist, “If you don't wanna spill, that's cool, but don't feed us the tired bullshit.”
Grinning at her, I instinctively take her hand and give it a soft kiss. “You spook me.”
“I don't bite, Dean,” she quips back with a playful yet risky smile that somehow sways me.
“Yeah, she does bite,” Kyle chuckles, joining us.
“You never seemed to mind,” Miriana fires back before locking eyes with me. “Dinner's nearly ready. How about we grab a bite on the couch while we finish up the movie?”
I nod in agreement, and she settles down between Kyle and me. Her presence radiates a potent warmth, and I can't resist taking in her sweet fragrance.
Chapter Seven
Miriana
Dean has finally cut loose, and it's mind-blowing to see how his habits have shifted. Every day, I see him grinning more, messing around with Kyle's buddies and new coworkers with whom he's built a friendship, and even planning nights downtown. It's clear he's trying to make up for lost time after his separation from Greta.
I'm relieved that Dean is getting past that toxic relationship, but I also know he'll have to face it sooner or later. The burden of emotional scars and past letdowns still show in his eyes when he's left alone with his thoughts, even if he tries to cover it up with a facade of happiness.
Kyle's phone call a few days back set off an unexpected reaction. I heard the crash of glass shattering against the kitchen wall. Kyle's anger was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel worried for him. It's tough to see someone you care about so angry and hurt. He spilled the beans about Greta. I knew there was more to her manipulation than meets the eye. I saw the hurt in his eyes as he laid out the shocking details of what had transpired. His anger was warranted, but we both knew we had to make tough calls to move forward, especially for Dean's sake.
Having contacts helped us get legal advice quickly. We reached out to a lawyer who briefed us on how to go forward, offering us two paths. The first is to hand-deliver the divorce papers ourselves, with a court security officer to vouch for us. This option would show we're not coercing Greta, but it requires a level of composure we currently lack.
The second option is to let Dean serve the divorce papers. This seems to be the simpler route, but Kyle frets over his brother's reaction, and deep down, I share his concerns. We know Dean won't take it well, but in the end, the truth must out. There's no sidestepping the inevitable showdown.
The situation is tricky and complex, but confronting it honestly and responsibly is the only way for Dean to begin rebuilding his life.
* * *
The scorching sun is tamed by the curtains and the light breeze rustling the trees in our yard. I find myself floating aimlessly in the pool. Cool water envelops me, and the sun casts golden reflections on its surface. The whispering leaves and the silence soothe me, transporting me far away in my thoughts until I sense that I'm being watched. Even without opening my eyes, I know Dean has returned from his workout.
He halts and gazes at me, and even though I feign ignorance, I can feel his stare. It's as if he has radar to detect my every move, even when I strive to be subtle. But today, I let our silent dance continue.
When I pivot, I swim to the edge and gradually exit the pool, allowing the water to glide off my skin. He approaches with a towel, his eyes locked on me as if I'm the only thing that matters right now. It feels great, but I also wonder if he realizes the impact it has on me.
“The water's perfect if you feel like swimming,” I tell him, striving to keep my voice steady, even though my heart is racing.
“Maybe some other time,” he offers me the towel. “It might be better to take a shower.”
My cellphone trills, and I turn to read a message. Dean rubs his face but doesn’t move. I know he's wrestling with the urge to spend more time with me. Lately, I've noticed he's been observing me more often, as if he's trying to read my mind, to decipher what's lurking behind my gaze. “Are you sure?”
“About what?” His voice wavers for a moment as I step toward him. Each of my movements is a silent dare, a game of attraction we've been indulging in for a while. I won't deny that I'm drawn to him and I know the feeling is mutual, but I won't be the one to make the first move. That's his play to make.
“Care to join me?” I ask, my mischievous smile curling at the corners of my mouth. I run my tongue over my lips, prompting his gaze to follow. His jaw twitches as I inch closer, leaving him no choice but to back up until he's cornered by the pool's edge. I press on, and with a swift nudge, Dean plunges into the water.
Peals of laughter escape me as Dean resurfaces, his soaked clothes clinging to him. Sunlight dances on the water droplets adorning his face, making him look incredibly attractive. His infectious smile brings a new wave of laughter from me.
“Invigorating, right?” I tease, unable to contain my giggles.
“Fuck, Miri, my phone,” he grumbles, scrambling toward the edge. He extends a hand, expecting my help. I feign indecision, allowing his phone to soak a bit more.
