The two made love for hours, losing themselves in each other as if time had ceased to exist. By the time dawn crept in through the curtains, their bodies were tangled beneath the sheets, a quiet sense of contentment lingering in the air.
Riley watched Clara sleep for a moment, her features softened in slumber, and a gentle smile played at his lips. He knew there was no turning back—she was his now, truly and completely.
Later that morning, after Clara had awoken and the two shared a quiet breakfast, Riley gathered the courage to speak to his wives about her. He had expected surprise—maybe even a bit of jealousy—but what he received was far from it.
None of them were shocked. In fact, they seemed to have been expecting this.
"Clara?" Veronica raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "We were wondering when you'd bring her up."
