“Would you make me happy, too?”

The words echo in your mind as you watch Ms. Norah stare at her knees, trying her best not to fidget like a 15-year-old girl.

You can’t say a word. It’s like your brain stopped working. After all that’s happened, Ms. Norah is not only okay with you dating two girls, one of which is your sister and the other her daughter, but she also wants to be a part of it now?

When she lifts her head to look at you, worried about your prolonged silence, and you see her tearful, yet beautiful eyes, your brain begins to work again, and the words come easily.

“Of course.” You say with a warm smile. “If you want me to.”

Her eyes widen at your response and she bites her quivering bottom lip. You stand up from your seat and walk over to her, offering her your hand. She stares at it for a moment…

…then takes it.

She stands up in front of you, faces inches away from each other, bodies almost brushing together.

You look deeply into her eyes. She seems in a daze. You wipe away her tears with your thumb, and that brings her back to reality.

“John… you can’t…” She says. “I’m not…”

Whatever she was about to say, doesn’t matter. You seal her lips with a kiss. Her body tenses, but soon relaxes when you embrace her. Tears roll down her face again. This kiss isn’t the result of an accident and alcohol. You’re both very aware of what you’re doing.

And it feels so, so right. You feel so comfortable holding her and kissing her. It warms your heart and makes you want to make her happy and satisfied. If you stop to think about it rationally, it’s hard to pinpoint the source of these feelings. You only ever looked at her from afar, save for the occasional conversation. Logically, you shouldn’t feel this strongly about this woman, but every time your lips meet, every time your tongue plays with hers, you confirm the intensity of your feelings. You want to make this woman yours, and you want to make her happy.

“Ms. Norah…” You begin, but she stops you.

“Please,” She puts a finger on your lips and looks at you with an embarrassed smile. “Call me Norah.”

Your eyes widen and as you utter her name, your whole body shivers and you could swear you felt Norah’s body doing the same. It felt like crossing a barrier, like she’s no longer just your girlfriend’s mother.

Now, she’s your girlfriend, too.

This time is Norah who reinitiates the kiss, with none of the hesitance that was present before.

“Do you think… Vivian and Shelly would be mad at me for stealing you for myself this one time?” She smiles shyly.

“I can promise you they won’t.” You give her a mischievous smile.

After another, short kiss, Norah takes your hand and leads you up the stairs and inside her bedroom. You get the weird feeling like you’ve been here before, but you dismiss it.

You both sit at the edge of the double bed. Norah takes one last deep breath and exhales, and it’s like all her hesitation is gone with it. She looks at you with a longing smile and starts unbuttoning your shirt. With lightly shaking hands, you decide to do the same with her cardigan, each loose button making your heart beat faster.

“So,” Norah starts, swallowing hard. “How’s this… arrangement going to work?” She asks.

“We want to be open with each other. No secrets. I want us all to be happy.” You answer, taking off your new girlfriend’s cardigan and leaving her with a white blouse. “Believe me, I feel the pressure, but… I’ll try my best.”

“Very well, I’ll do my part. Just… for now, at this very moment, think only of me, okay?” She says, placing a small kiss on your now bare chest.

“I promise.”