Francesca
After the shower.
And after more wine—probably more than I should have had—we all landed back in bed.I guess Nick was staying the night with us after all.
I liked that idea.
But what I didn't like was the fact that Eve was alone.
We talked for a while in bed.Just sweet touches and caresses.It was fun being with these two friends.They knew each other so well that it didn't take much for them to get started on a topic.And they always included me in whatever conversation they were having.
They were never rude or excluded me.We just settled into a nice, lazy back and forth.
And then—Nick's touches began to—change.And he kissed me.More than just quick pecks.His mouth—and his hands—were asking.
And I answered by kissing him back just as intensely.
A knock at the bedroom door made us stop and look up.
Eve stood there—in a black lace negligee.She looked hot.
I guess she wanted her husband back, and I couldn't blame her one bit.
“Is there room for one more?”she asked with a sexy little smile.Her blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders, but her breasts were still very visible through the gorgeous lace.
“There's always room for one more.You know that,” Stefan said and moved over closer to me.
Eve and her curvy body walked around to Stefan's side of the bed.She smiled at him.“Hi,” she said.Stefan reached over and grabbed her hand.And tugged.
She playfully tumbled onto the bed—but mostly onto him.They laughed and kissed each other.
Seeing Eve kiss my husband in the kitchen had been one thing.But seeing her kiss him now—in bed, while he was naked under the covers, and she was wearing a seductive negligee—was something else.
“Francesca.”Nick's hand slowly rubbed up and down my arm.
I tore my eyes off Eve and Stefan and looked at him.
“The only thing that will ruin this,” he motioned with his hand, “is jealousy.It can occasionally creep in from time to time.But it’s how we deal with it that matters.I love my wife, and she's my partner in life.My most important relationship.Just as you and Stefan are to each other.And Giselle and Carlo are the same.”
His hand brushed a lock of hair over my shoulder.“But we all love one another as well.These men are my brothers—even though I don’t share the same parents.Nothing could make us more like family.I would die for them.And I know they would do the same for me.”His hand wandered down my arm and grasped my hand.“I trust them with my life.But even more—I trust them with my wife.I know they'll take care of her and treat her like their own.Because she—is—theirs, too.She belongs to them.And being able to share the love we have for each other only makes our love stronger.”
I gazed over at my husband and Eve.She was lying on his chest as he held her.
It was stupid.
But it hadn't clicked until that moment.
But—
Of course, Stefan would do more than just—kiss—Eve and Giselle.
Oh, my gosh.
What was I thinking?
Well, I hadn't been.
Maybe it was my brain's way of avoiding this whole thing.
