Danielle POV
I watch as Sam bends down to tie his shoes, moving around like he’s in some damn hurry. He said this open relationship was for us. Said it was supposed to help me find space, clarity, something that would remind me of what we used to be. But that doesn’t explain why he’s heading out again tonight, barely a day after being gone all night.
“Who is she?” I ask, arms crossed.
He glances back at me, wearing that fake confused expression I’ve seen too many times before. “What are you talking about?”
“You were out until almost six this morning. And now you’re heading out again. Don’t act like I’m imagining it.”
He lets out a breath and straightens. “One, I wasn’t with a woman until six. Two, you agreed to this, Danielle. Maybe space is exactly what you need. We’ve been breathing
