[M4F]"Just For You, Babe," You Smirk Calling Me Over

My house is warm with a birthday party glow.

Half-melted candles, spilled tequila, your floriental perfume stitched through the air. It's not only my birthday, but my divorce has become official today too.

We've been celebrating!

There comes a moment when everyone else drifts toward the living room. But you don’t move. You stay close. Your body is soft against mine but not relaxed. I notice your breath keeps catching, and your hand holds are fitful and restless.

Then I feel it... a sense of doubt has crashed over you.

It takes kissing, coaxing, loosening you with touch and warmth, really seeing you before you finally admit:

You replaced my ex, and now you’re worried of someday being replaced in return. You describe me waking one morning craving novelty, something new not you.

I pull you in. I kiss the top of your head, squeeze to reassure.

"You are not temporary. You are the reason I’m free. Reason I'm... me."

After some strong hugs, reassuring kisses and cuddles, eventually your laugh returns, light and bright. And with a pat to your bottom you slide back into hostess mode:

Adorable, sharp, and far too generous with the tequila bottle.

Hours later, when the world has thinned to pulse and skin and the night is almost quiet, everyone has gone home except your cute friend.

Crashed on a leather couch, I watch you two.

Slow blinking, alcohol soft, you cross the room toward her instead of toward me. In a new gravity, you're not pulling away but offering us a way forward.

Through my booze haze, I watch you kiss her like a promise. You let her hands take your breath, the two of you exploring each other under low, lazy light. The way she offers her tongue for you to suck is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Then both of you look back at me.

Hungry, certain, no hesitation.

With one wicked curl of your finger and a sinner sweet smile, you make it clear what present you’re really giving me tonight.

You'll do things for me no one else has ever done.

No words just your eyes, her eyes, your bodies entwined, and the silent command to come take what’s waiting.