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in Adam’s dedicated games and movie room where they’ve been given permission to play until they fall asleep. Oh well, I did give Robert responsibility for the next twenty-fours hours so I’m not really in a position to disagree. I hug each of them, pleased to see their smiley faces before they excitedly disappear into their room.
They bought pizzas home for us and Adam opens a crisp Viognier from the Napa Valley. Our chatter flickers easily around the mosaic-mirrored dining table as they share stories with us from their time together in London, ensuring the conversation doesn’t focus on anything to do with my recent experience and I can’t help feeling both engaged with the banter but also dissociated from its flow. My husband, my lover and my husband’s lover sitting around the table catching up like old friends. It seems so ill-conceived yet feels so right.
Adam amps up the volume of some pumping tunes and I feel the overwhelming need to dance. It’s as if this place is designed specifically for parties. I finish yet another glass of wine and throw my arms around Jeremy.
‘Dance with me?’
He smiles his cheeky smile and cups my face in his palms. ‘How could I not? It’s so great to see you relax.’
He teases a kiss across my lips and I feel weak at the knees, just as I did years ago at university, and I’m thankful he’s holding me tight. My body melts and gravitates toward this man as though he is directlydescended from Eros. God, he is smouldering and I regret asking for a dance instead of a quick trip to our bedroom or the rooftop again … Would that be weird, I wonder, in front of Robert? Perhaps not.
‘I just need to return a phone call and I’ll be right with you,’ Jeremy says.
Adam immediately swoops over and takes my hand, distracting me from my delicious thoughts about how I could play with Jeremy’s body.
‘I’ll dance with you, gorgeous girl. Let’s go poolside, the speakers are on out there.’
I glance questioningly at Jeremy. He used to call me GG, or Gorgeous Girl, in our younger years, so how did Adam know to use that moniker? His hands fly up in mock protest. ‘What? I’ve said nothing, just a lucky guess I assume, but it’s the truth after all.’ Jeremy winks and slaps my butt. ‘Go dance with Adam, I’ll be out in a sec.’ My eyes follow his triangular torso as he walks away from me while Adam drags me in the opposite direction.
The night is warm and clear, a half moon sharing the sky with a few stars, as we boogie. And we boogie hard. It feels great to dance, to release my pent-up energy and stress. The music pounds in my ears and the world whooshes around me as Adam, who is proving to be an exceptionally skilled dancer, flips and turns and spins me in multiple directions. Luckily I’ve had quite a few drinks by now so I confidently assume I must look equally proficient given his strong lead. It’s exhilarating.
He leaves for a moment to refresh our drinks and I keep dancing, the music enabling me to fly away from the dramas, to remove myself from reality. My hands are in the air like I just don’t care, dancing and pounding, my feet bare, grooving and moving like there is no tomorrow — until I turn around and notice four male figures watching me intently from inside the glass doors. This distracts my excellent rhythm to such an extent that I stumble over my feet, lose my sense of balance and fall inelegantly, splashing into the pool. How absolutely embarrassing!
Grateful I still have my bikini on underneath my now see-through short summer dress, the men appear poolside, with Jeremy and Robert offering me their outstretched arms to haul me from the water, trying to restrain their chuckles.
‘Not a word,’ I lightly threaten them, as they attempt to hide their smirks. Adam hands me a towel. ‘Thanks.’
Standing slightly back from the others is the fourth man who I don’t recognise but who I intuitively know is the reason I lost my balance. He steps
They bought pizzas home for us and Adam opens a crisp Viognier from the Napa Valley. Our chatter flickers easily around the mosaic-mirrored dining table as they share stories with us from their time together in London, ensuring the conversation doesn’t focus on anything to do with my recent experience and I can’t help feeling both engaged with the banter but also dissociated from its flow. My husband, my lover and my husband’s lover sitting around the table catching up like old friends. It seems so ill-conceived yet feels so right.
Adam amps up the volume of some pumping tunes and I feel the overwhelming need to dance. It’s as if this place is designed specifically for parties. I finish yet another glass of wine and throw my arms around Jeremy.
‘Dance with me?’
He smiles his cheeky smile and cups my face in his palms. ‘How could I not? It’s so great to see you relax.’
He teases a kiss across my lips and I feel weak at the knees, just as I did years ago at university, and I’m thankful he’s holding me tight. My body melts and gravitates toward this man as though he is directlydescended from Eros. God, he is smouldering and I regret asking for a dance instead of a quick trip to our bedroom or the rooftop again … Would that be weird, I wonder, in front of Robert? Perhaps not.
‘I just need to return a phone call and I’ll be right with you,’ Jeremy says.
Adam immediately swoops over and takes my hand, distracting me from my delicious thoughts about how I could play with Jeremy’s body.
‘I’ll dance with you, gorgeous girl. Let’s go poolside, the speakers are on out there.’
I glance questioningly at Jeremy. He used to call me GG, or Gorgeous Girl, in our younger years, so how did Adam know to use that moniker? His hands fly up in mock protest. ‘What? I’ve said nothing, just a lucky guess I assume, but it’s the truth after all.’ Jeremy winks and slaps my butt. ‘Go dance with Adam, I’ll be out in a sec.’ My eyes follow his triangular torso as he walks away from me while Adam drags me in the opposite direction.
The night is warm and clear, a half moon sharing the sky with a few stars, as we boogie. And we boogie hard. It feels great to dance, to release my pent-up energy and stress. The music pounds in my ears and the world whooshes around me as Adam, who is proving to be an exceptionally skilled dancer, flips and turns and spins me in multiple directions. Luckily I’ve had quite a few drinks by now so I confidently assume I must look equally proficient given his strong lead. It’s exhilarating.
He leaves for a moment to refresh our drinks and I keep dancing, the music enabling me to fly away from the dramas, to remove myself from reality. My hands are in the air like I just don’t care, dancing and pounding, my feet bare, grooving and moving like there is no tomorrow — until I turn around and notice four male figures watching me intently from inside the glass doors. This distracts my excellent rhythm to such an extent that I stumble over my feet, lose my sense of balance and fall inelegantly, splashing into the pool. How absolutely embarrassing!
Grateful I still have my bikini on underneath my now see-through short summer dress, the men appear poolside, with Jeremy and Robert offering me their outstretched arms to haul me from the water, trying to restrain their chuckles.
‘Not a word,’ I lightly threaten them, as they attempt to hide their smirks. Adam hands me a towel. ‘Thanks.’
Standing slightly back from the others is the fourth man who I don’t recognise but who I intuitively know is the reason I lost my balance. He steps
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