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Wolfgang woke up sandwiched between two warm, naked bodies and tried very hard not to move. He wasn’t ready yet for them to wake up, wasn’t ready for last night to be over. He could feel panic starting to creep in. Would they regret it? He didn’t think Kala would, but what about Rajan? In the light of day, would he see what they had shared last night as impulsive? Would the reality of seeing another man with his wife finally put an end to the surprising tolerance he had shown so far?
And what about him? Maybe the things he did with Wolfgang last night, when champagne and emotions were running freely, will seem unacceptable in the morning.
He had never second-guessed sex so much. Maybe he had ruined everything, the fragile equilibrium (dare he call it friendship?) they had achieved finally broken. Maybe it was a mistake-
-Morning -the sleep laced voice that interrupted his mounting panic was barely a whisper against his ear. Rajan lifted his head from Wolfgang’s neck to meet his stare with soft, dreamy eyes that turned concerned at the wide anxious look he found. - Are you all right?
Wolfgang didn’t know how to answer that. Was he? Part of him was itching to run away, to run from his fears, from his hope. And specially to run from the warm brown eyes that were patiently waiting for him to say something.
But he didn’t want to run. He wanted to be here, with Kala’s soft hair tickling his shoulder, her head resting beside his on the same pillow, her open palm over his stomach. And with Rajan looking at him so earnest, so kind. And while he hated being vulnerable, he had to know.
-I don’t know -he hesitated-, are we?
Rajan’s expression became impossibly kinder and a big, warm hand came up to cradle Wolfgang’s cheek.
-My love -was whispered against his lips-, last night was a dream come true.
And with Rajan kissing him so softly, Wolfgang had a flash of a warm, happy indian morning not long ago and he knew they’ll be all right.