Ellen lay in bed, scrolling Facebook while Michael hummed in the shower. Beverly's post snagged on something dormant inside her: "Living my best ethically non-monogamous life." The words fanned a low, slow-burning ember in her belly. By the time Michael stepped out, Ellen was flushed with a familiar ache, a fantasy she'd long kept buried. She fucked him with a hunger that felt both new and ancient, a truth she wasn't read...