The silence was thick, heavy.

I cleared my throat. “You know... an open marriage. Where we’re free to be with whoever we want. No jealousy. No guilt. Just pure bliss.” I smiled lightly. “The best part? It stays between us.”

His hand stilled on the pen. I kept going, voice light, teasing, pretending this was nothing, even doing a little dance. I was so proud of what I called ‘the perfect idea’.

“You get to be with your white moonlight,” I added, taking a slow step forward. “And I…”

I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t need to. The implication hung in the air.

I was so lost in talking,...