Pulling up my dark hair into a bun, I had realized what I had just done. I agreed. To an open relationship.
He wouldn't be all mine anymore. He would be everyone's. I was going to have to deal with him taking women into his bedroom to do God knows what.
I can't deal with that. I don't want him even looking at anyone but me. He can't hold hands with anyone.
But me.
He can't even glance at someone accidentally but me. He can't stand close to anyone but me. He can't look deeply into anyone's eyes but mine. He can't wrap his arm around anyone but me. He can't take anyone out to dinner.
But me.
He can't whisper anyone's name seductively.
But mine.
But now he will.
He just came up with the idea while driving home he said. Coming into our room, he smiled cutely and told me his idea.
And I agreed.
Because he looked happy.
I would love to see him happy.
Maybe it would make him love me more.
Just me.
But I wasn't focused on his idea, I was only focused on the way his lips moved against mine and how happy he looked.
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Open Relationship
Short StoryHe came into the room with a smile on his face Told me his idea and I was in a daze 4 weeks later, I guess it wasn't just a phase. |s.a| ©tsunami_duh
