We grabbed some towels and headed back out to the patio, where Mitch and Cindy were sitting on the edge of the pool, with Cindy leaning her head on her wife's shoulder, their arms linked together.
I called out as we came closer. "Hey, guys."
Cindy turned. "This water's amazing, Iryna. It's so warm."
Mitch stood up and dove smoothly into the pool, surfacing quickly and splashing her wife who squealed and covered her face. "Yup, everybody in!"
Lying in bed that night, wrapped up in Iryna's arms, I thought about my friends down the hall. Not about what they were doing, perv, but about what they have. Could I ever have that? What that is even possible with Iryna?
The dreams had started to come back, where I'd try to touch Iryna and she'd dissolve into so much mist. Sometimes I didn't even
