~Lora~Michael’s eyes jumped, his brows furrowed together like he was trying to translate a language he didn’t speak.“What?” I snapped, irritated.“You’re joking.” He let out a short, dry laugh that died in his throat. He tried to shrug it off, but his shoulders stayed tight, locked in place.“No, I’m not, hubby.” I pointed a finger between the two of us. “I want an open marriage. You do you. I do me.”The words felt different on my tongue.They were the exact same ones he’d used to hurt me once upon a time.He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing in a small circle. “C’mon, Lora. You can’t be serious.” His voice was a rollercoaster of disbelief, rising and falling as he looked at me like I’d just grown a second head. “What kind of madness is this?”It was funny, really. When he suggested it, it was "freedom." When I said it, it was "madness."“You in or not?” I shrugged, trying to keep my posture loose. “Besides, you never really saw me as your type anyway. Maybe it’s time we
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