They got plastered their first night in Maui. Absolutely, stone-cold shitfaced, to their eventual mutual horror. Regan woke up the next morning in an ‘I heart Aruba’ shirt and aqua lounge pants.
But Chris was there – he always would be, she would figure out later. They had some toast in bed and a cuddle led to a kiss, which lead to his massaging her neck and stroking her nipple while she hugged and caressed his back.
A few moments later, Regan spoke at last, for the first time that morning. “Oh God, baby,” she sighed, and gave him one last squeeze a he slid out of her sex, a regret-touched moan that there would be no more.