Page 180 of The Snowball Effect

Being able to talk to Sutton and really talk to her, the way she was used to, had soothed over the only remaining stress she’d had weighing on her.

And she got to do that because Emma was her girlfriend, by Emma’s own admission!

Sutton, the One and Only – 5:39PM

Believe me, I don’t feel replaced

Regan snickered again, thinking about the relievedFINALLYmessage she’d received from Charlotte the morning after she’d confessed everything to Sutton.

Regan – 5:39PM

I’m not relieving Charlotte of her friend duties, though. I hope she still knows that

Sutton, the One and Only – 5:39PM

You know, I actually think she likes it. Don’t tell her I said that

Regan – 5:40PM

Keeping secrets from your girlfriend AND telling me things she wouldn’t want to tell me, herself?! Sutton, now that we are both relationship women, I think we both know that’s not good…

Sutton, the One and Only – 5:40PM

Oh my god

On that note, I’m going to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning <3

Regan – 5:40PM

I’ll tell you what I had for dinner and what time I go to sleep, in the meantime…. :)

Sutton, the One and Only – 5:40PM

I’m blessed, truly. GOODNIGHT

Regan – 5:41PM

Goodnighttttttttt

It was the perfect time for Sutton to bow out and go to sleep, really, because Regan had just turned down her hallway. She’d been at work for alongSaturday shift – she’d had to open this morning – and she was ready to discard her phone and bury herself in Emma for the night.

Emotionally, and – later – literally.

She looked up as she fished out her keys, and then froze in place, mid-step.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she shook her head – was she… hallucinating? She, admittedly, hadn’t slept for more than fivehours per night for the last week and a half, but she didn’t think that was such a small amount that she’d starthallucinatingfrom it.

In her defense, it was very, very difficult to force herself to go to sleep when she had Emma in her bed!

Regan had always loved sex. The closeness and connection, the indulgent pleasure of it. She loved expressing her affection for people with physical touch, loved leaning into people’s energies, and sex was the ultimate form of that.

But her past experiences paled in comparison to this.

She had a whole new world to explore with Emma. She had a body that Regan really did feel very strongly could have been the perfect model for a classic sculptor, and Regan hadn’t tired in the least in wanting to touch and taste her, everywhere. Sometimes to Emma’s chagrin. But, in fairness, Emma seemed to feel the same way for her.

Even when shetriedto act like she had more self-control or like she wasn’t just as desperate as Regan was for their moments together, Regan could see the flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes lingered.

Pfft. Emma tried to play herself off all gruff and cool sometimes, still, but Regan knew better, now.

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