“When my wife passed away, I thought my entire world was breaking. I didn’t just lose her, either.”
“Wilson, we don’t have to talk about it.”
“It’s okay,” he says. “I’m okay.”
“You’re not okay,” I whisper, placing my hand on his chest. “And that’s all right, Wilson. It’s okay to not be fine.”
He looks at me and smiles gently, sadly.
“I lost my entire family, Sabrina. I lost everyone.”
I don’t ask him how.
I don’t need to know that.
It’s none of my business, at least right now, and there will be plenty of time for him to talk about it in the future if he wants to.
“Wilson, I can’t imagine what that felt like.”
“You don’t want to.”
“You’re right,” I say. “Did tonight
bring up any painful memories?” I ask. I’m not trying to analyze him and I’m not trying to be his therapist. I just want to make sure that if doing this was bad for his mental health, that we find something else to do. We don’t need to do any activities that are triggering or upsetting.
“No,” he shakes his head.
Reece is quiet throughout this conversation, but he never stops touching me, and I appreciate that so much. I love the fact that Reece is silently supportive of both me and Wilson. I love that he’s here, but he’s letting us explore whatever it is that Wilson is going through.
“I thought it would,” he says.
“Was it your first time since...”
My voice trails off.
Asking is wrong.
It’s not any of my business.
“Yeah,” he smiles gently. “It was my first time since I lost her.”
I kiss him softly, pressing my lips to his. This isn’t a sexual or arousing kiss, though: this is comforting. This kiss is to let him know that he’s very brave, and he’s very wonderful, and he’s doing an incredible job keeping it together.
“She would have wanted me to be happy,” he says.
“She must have been a wonderful woman.”
“She was the best,” he smiles. Then he sighs and cups my face. “But you’re wonderful, too, Sabrina, and this thing between us...between all of us...I want more of it. Reece?”
“Definitely,” Reece agrees easily. “I don’t think I ever really thought about being in a menage relationship. I never really considered that something like this could work, but, well, it seems to have worked just fine.”
I smile at my two men, looking at one and then the other, and I’m suddenly totally overwhelmed. Like, I think I might cry a little bit and I really don’t want to.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Wilson says.
“Yeah,” Reece agrees.