All Chapters of How threesome saved my marriage or not : Chapter 41

Intimacy returned to our lives not as a conquering army, but as a shy, native species re-emerging after a long winter. It was tentative, easily startled, and all the more precious for its fragility. The first true touch happened on a Tuesday. We were in bed, back in our shared room for a few weeks now. We had a new ritual: reading before sleep. It was safe, parallel play. That night, I was deep in a novel, and he was reading some industry journal. Our legs were tangled comfortably under the duvet, a point of contact that had become normal, neutral. I felt him shift. He closed his magazine with a soft sigh and set it on the nightstand. I kept my eyes on my book, but my senses were suddenly hyper-alert, focused entirely on the space he occupied. "Maya?" His voice was quiet in the lamp lit room. "Hmm?" "Can I hold you?" The question was so formal, so carefully crafted, it pierced my heart. It wasn't an assumption or a demand. It was a request for diplomatic access to my airspace.