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Piper

My phone’s taunting me now that I have West’s number. When he rattled off the digits, I assumed they belonged to his wife. She and I are the ones who set up the dates and times, and having her number would make it that much faster. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to speak to her or hear her voice so soon. Email’s easier for me. It’s less personal, if that’s even possible when you’ve seen each other naked.

I want to swing again, but I’m still accepting the fact that my husband’s been inside Tilly. She radiates confidence, knows what she likes, and has no trouble asking for it. She’s completely uninhibited.

If I were anything like her, I’d have called West by now and told him what I wanted him to do to me. But I’m not. And I can’t be that person.

I could barely look him in the eye when he was standing in front of me on the beach. I just let the water lap at my feet until I was buried up to my ankles in sand. Just like his smile, the ocean pulled me close and tried to keep me there. Onl