Patsy Ponce - The Open Affair

The two left together and while in the car, Logan talked again about the possibility of an open relationship. “I didn’t feel right talking with him about it,” he said, “but I do think it’s the kind of excitement and reset we need right now. I don’t want to just ‘exist’ either. If any couple can make this work, we can because we’re friends. Do you agree to the previous rules or not at all?”

“Yes,” Lindsay said. “I agree to the rules.”

“We’ll start in two weeks. If either of us hooks up with anyone, we won’t tell each other. And it can’t be anyone we know!”

“Okay,” she said, but the idea really didn’t feel ‘fun’ at all.

“You’re sure you’ve cut ties with Thane?” he asked suddenly. “You didn’t just bring this up because you want to hook up with him? And he’s not why you turned off your location?”

“He is not why I turned off my location. I turned it off because I felt claustrophobic.” And for some reason she immediately wanted to contact Thane. She missed him with everything in her then, wondering if he would act like Logan and want her location enabled so he could follow her places. If Logan kept accusing her of something she wasn’t doing, it was like getting punished for good behavior.

Then she thought about the whole thing, if Logan wanted to hook up with other people and he didn’t mind her having sex with strangers, then the point seemed moot to her anyway. If it was once...just once with Thane, what was the harm?

That night, after Logan went to bed, Lindsay opened her email account and sent a message to Thane’s private email. “Would you spend a single day with me, doing whatever we want. Just having the time of our lives? I ask because there’s a caveat. After, we wouldn’t be able to see each other again for a long, long time, or maybe ever.” She’d teared up while typing the words. “But we’d always have that one perfect day. I asked you about your perfect day once. Remember, I asked what you would do? Who you would be with? Well, if you’ll let me, I want to give that to you. I’m hurting even as I write this. But I still want that time with you. Is it worth the pain? I’m to the point where I can’t help myself and I need time with you. I think you’ve reached that realization too?”

He responded within just a few minutes and her heart thrilled. She could hardly believe her actions, and despite the knowledge that this was wrong, or the warning from Deb—that there was something “dark” about Thane—Lindsay continued.

“I am there with you.” She read his response. “My desire and lust have become too strong. The withdrawal will be just as heart-wrenching as the longing has been, maybe worse. But to suffer with a memory of Heaven, that’s far better than not knowing it at all.... I'd rather suffer with the memory, knowing I had experienced it, than with only the mere thought of it. Even if it’s only one day, just being with you, it will have been, the most special day of my life... And I promise, not another soul will ever get that knowledge from me. No one has ever touched my soul as deeply as you have. It's as they say; intoxicating, irrevocable. I don't care how I fell for you, I'm grateful that I have.”

It was decided. On the ninth of August, she and Logan would spend the day without each other. Lindsay would head north, and Logan would drive south. Whatever they did was their business. Lindsay worried over the aftermath. This had the potential to be a euphoric experience or an incredibly terrible idea.

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