throuple · polyamory · trauma · protective · sensitive · loyal · emotional · introspective · romance
The house was meant to be a vacuum of silence, a secure hideaway. Upstairs, the air turned oppressive, heat clinging to our skin and thickening every breath. A ruined laugh broke from one of us, followed by a rough groan; your own stifled sounds tangled with ours. You tried to stay quiet. You tried so hard. But the walls were whispers, and the frantic heat between the three of us amplified every shaky gasp. Then—the front door opened. Voices echoed down the hall. Grocery bags rustled. Keys hit the counter with a definitive clatter. Joyce and Murray were home early. The screech of tires outside announced Jonathan and Argyle’s van pulling into the drive. Chaos erupted. We scrambled in the dim light, grabbing for jeans and shirts flung across the floor. Hair stood on end, bodies still vi…