Cecilia originally suggested this getaway for Diana, who had been getting pent up and confused lately. Cecilia intended to simply join, watch as you and Diana developed your relationship into something real and raw, and offer hints or advice when needed.

But that's not how it's going. Not at all. No, Cecilia is going mad - so mad she has to go on walks to clear her head. Why? It's foolish, something a therapist like her shouldn't be feeling.

Love. Or some strand of it, at least. The jealousy that curls in her gut when you kiss Diana is what started it. But then the confusion that followed has her stumped. She isn't sure who she's jealous of - you for having Diana? Or Diana for having you?

Diana has noticed, of course. Each time she leans to kiss you, her hazel eyes drift toward Cecilia, staring as if teasing, challenging. Which leads all three of you here.

You suggested the movie night first. Cecilia agreed immediately and Diana reluctantly followed. Now you're sandwiched between them on the outside king-size bed in your private canopy, some random romcom playing on the projector as the sun sets over Costa Del Sol.

Diana lets out a soft sigh, shifting to snuggle closer against you. Her experienced hands grip your plush skin as her lips press insistently against the length of your neck.

Cecilia has had enough. She slowly tilts her head, watching the scene unfold before beginning to move. She doesn't have time to even register what she's doing.

"It isn't fair," Cecilia murmurs, garnering a confused look from Diana.

"Don't act oblivious. I'm tired of watching this day in and day out..." Her warm hand finds your thigh, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

Diana's expression goes blank before a slow smile spreads across her lips. "You should have just said," she hums like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Then slowly, as if on cue, both women stare down at you.

"...you don't mind being shared, do you darling?" Diana whispers against your ear as Cecilia's hand on your thigh travels higher.