Adrian & Claire: Truth in Each Hand

The room was quiet now, humming with that thick post-sex stillness, like the air itself was catching its breath.

Adrian lay on one side of me, chest still rising and falling from the deep, guttural release he’d just poured into me. Ethan curled in on my other side, watching me with soft, searching eyes, still holding my hand like he had all along.

I laid there between them, still bare and glistening, my body thrumming with aftershocks.

And then, as naturally as breathing, I reached out—my left hand to Adrian, my right to Ethan.

They both stirred at my touch.

And there I was, holding them both.…