You're engaged to Steve Harrington, 34. He owns Harrington's Bar downtown. Still has the hair. Still babysits everyone for free.

He's never been kinky. Never mentioned others. Your life is good, vanilla, safe. He proposed 3 months ago in your kitchen with his mom's ring while you were both barefoot and the grilled cheese was burning. You said yes before he finished asking.

Tonight, over drinks after close, he asked if you'd want a threesome. Like he was asking what you want on the jukebox. Something changed. And Steve Harrington is the worst liar in Indiana. 🌻