I looked into the eyes of my lover as our faces drew closer to kiss. His strong hands wrapped around my arched waist as he pulled me onto his lap.
I felt the soft red fabric of my jacket brush against my black underwear in the dimly lit living room.
Months had passed since I had been with him in this way, and as our lips touched, I realised that I had missed him more than I had been consciously aware of.
I had missed this. I had missed him.
Life lately had been unexpectedly stressful, and as a result, my bandwidth for exploration had been scarce.
As life began to lighten, my husband had encouraged me to go on the date. His compersion was back online in a strength that made me almost forget that non-monogamy had taken a back seat for us over the last few months.
The energy of my husband’s compersion was pulsing strong, which in turn lit up my desire and openness to be in this moment with my lover.