Lost and Found

Acceptance

Over the next few weeks, we become more comfortable in each other’s presence. Little touches here and there, open smiles for no reason.

We all seem content with our way of life. I enjoy their company, not one moment with them felt like hard work.

They are completely different to my past experiences of men, and a lot more perceptive and entertaining than I thought they would be. There have been a couple niggles of doubt, but I soon realised that I was comparing them to past experiences. Past deceit and doubts.

Once I accepted this, I started looking at them in a new light. Not once have the acted or said anything to me to cause distrust. They were open and honest. It was refreshing and heart-warming. In just a few short months I was falling, falling without a care in the world.

Monogamy, polyamory, it is starting to make no difference to me. Past conformities and barriers are being eroded by these men. Despite their different personalities, their presence soothes me. I could equally spend time with them individually or together, and not be concerned about hurting the others feelings. There is no discomfort or nagging, just complete contentedness.

Rowan has an aura of safety about him. His strength lies not just in his body but within his character too. An avid defender, both physically and strategically. He has incredible charisma, a purehearted and simple man. I can’t help but want his praise, he makes me feel like I can and should make the world a better place.

Ethan and I share an excitement in creativity. Whilst I am keen to experiment and try new ideas, he counterbalances me with his intelligent brain and voice of reasoning. He has a purity in his intelligence. He is not condescending but encouraging. It is not just one sided. He will also seek my input when struggling to turn concept to reality.

Ethan and I are currently in one of our crafting moments, we find ourselves sitting close, putting the finishing touches on a set of cogs. These cogs are going to connect the turning handle to the grill holding honeycomb. The aim is to spin it to remove as much honey as possible using centrifugal force. Rowan and I plan to get some more honey tomorrow whilst Etan stays behind to perfect the machine.

I reach out blindly for the final piece, making contact with his hand. Its as if time freezes, as neither of us move our hands away. What feels like minutes go by when he slowly turns his hand over, stoking mine with his thumb. I keep my eyes down, not willing to break the contact, enjoying the tenderness of his strokes. With his other hand he gently tilts my chin up so we are eye to eye.

Drawn in by his loving gaze and the warm gentle hand on my jaw, we inch closer together. As his lips lightly brush mine, my eyes close automatically.

The kiss is tender and compassionate. He tastes of a sweet mint, he tastes so good, it’s like an addiction, I need more of him. I move my free hand to his firm chest, laying my hand across the warm taught muscle. I can feel his heart beating fast. Almost as fast as mine.

The sudden opening of the door makes me jump. Rowan has returned. Retreating that hand back to myself, I turn my head away to hide the blush in my cheeks. Ethan squeezes my long forgotten hand that’s still on the table reassuringly and engages in conversation with Rowan.

Leaving me to my stupor, I sit on the stool as they work together to start dinner. My mind relaying that tortuously sweet kiss. His warm soft lips against mine, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

“Aurora, go relax on the cushions whilst we cook.” Rowan coaxes me out of my day dream. I hadn’t realised I was staring into space until then. With one hand in his and his arm supporting my lower back he escorts me to Ethan who is fluffing a cushion for me.