He tells her about Kyler

“I had sex with Kyler,” Adam says.

Lana frowns. Not angry. Confused.

“She was brought here to have sex with you. What’s terrible about that?”

He shakes his head. The cup stays in his hands.

“Not that. The middle of the night. I woke up thirsty. She wasn’t on the rug. She was in the kitchen. Having some water. I told her it was fine. She saw me get hard. I took her to the couch.”

Lana waits.

“We didn’t fuck,” he says. “Not the way you saw. She got on me. I didn’t pound her. No dirty talk. I kissed her. I sucked her nipples. She rode me slow. When she came I let her ride it. I didn’t fuck her through it. I came in her and I didn’t throw her off. She cleaned me because she wanted to. Then she went back to the rug on her own. She knew she couldn’t get in the bed. I was going to offer. She stopped me.”

The kitchen is very quiet.

Lana stares at him. The shock is real. The video she sent Mia does not have this in it.

“Why do you feel it was terrible?” she says. “You already came in her. I watched you. I told you to.”

Adam looks at the table.

“Fucking other girls is different. Mia wants that. That’s the arrangement. What I did with Kyler was sex. Passionate. Like a lover. That felt like cheating on Mia. Using a cunt she approved is one thing. Making love to a girl on our couch while you were asleep is another. I don’t get to have that and call it the fetish.”

Lana is quiet long enough that he thinks she is going to agree with him.

Then she smiles. Small. Not cruel. The smile of someone who has already turned the thing over.

“It isn’t cheating,” she says.

Adam looks at her.

“Why?”