The Proposal at Dinner “You’ve asked how you can help contribute, so…” “Uh, I’ve never asked how I can help contribute, to be honest,” I responded, only half-joking, after my wife suggested I try to seduce her boss’s husband. “Okay, well, despite never asking how you can help, I’m telling you this is something you could do for me. Sabrina shared something incredibly vulnerable with me for a reason, and if you, if we, can...

Ashley yanked the studio bag from the hall closet and dropped it on the bed. Robe. Towel. Flip-flops. Water. Her usual small pack of basics for art studio nights. Michael came in from the bathroom casually naked, hair damp from a recent shower. He stopped when he saw the bag. “So it’s tonight.” “It’s tonight.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Who’s going to be there this time?” “Same as always. A few artists. Painters, scu...