Compersion
Jack switched off the car and turned to his partner. Sarah was already looking at him, her head leaning back languidly against the headrest. She reached a hand up behind his head and caressed his scalp.
“You are going to love her,” Sarah said with a loving smile. “How do you feel?”
“I feel like I know her already, but I am nervous; I hope she likes me,” he replied honestly.
“Oh, don’t worry, you are going to love each other,” she said, waving away his concern. “I feel like I’m a cat, bringing each of you a gift.”
They both laughed, and he leaned in to kiss her. It was soft, inviting, and lingering.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” she cooed, giving him a last smack on the lips before whipping around and stepping out the door.
Walking up the steps at the front of the house, Sarah rang the bell. They waited together expectantly, sharing a nervous grin before the door latch clicked and the door opened, revealing the woman he had been waiting for years to meet.
Shiny green eyes flashed from beneath casually exaggerated eyelashes, framing a slightly off-center nose that only added to her appeal. The butterfly tattoo on her neck was immediately consumed, but tastefully so. She was lovelier than any photo Jack had ever seen of her or any of the stories Sarah had told him from their relationship.
“It’s about time you came to visit, Sarah,” she laughed, completely ignoring Jack as the two women enveloped each other in a long, familiar hug. He watched them embrace, checking himself for jealousy at the love they shared, but he felt only the warmth of compersion, and he sat back, patiently awaiting his turn to meet his partner’s enigmatic ex-girlfriend.