The Fling

78

I woke up and glanced over at my girlfriend who was still sound asleep with her back to me. Dinner the evening before had been nice, but then Abigail took another gummy as soon as we returned to our room and conked out after calling the kids to wish them goodnight.

We had a meditation session in an hour, and I was met with an internal debate. Should I wake sleeping beauty for some morning sex or let her get an extra half hour of rest? As I deliberated, she stirred and rolled over.

"Good morning," Abigail said groggily. "When did I fall asleep last night?"

"Around eight-thirty. If you add last night to your nap, you got over eleven hours."

She groaned. "I've had trouble sleeping for almost a month, and I think it finally caught up to me."

"The gummies helped."

"Definitely. I sometimes use them at home when I know I'm going to have a rough night. Sorry that I was a party pooper. What did you end up doing?"

I scooted closer to her. "I read a few more chapters of Stella, played some games on my phone, and wrote down a few song lyrics in my notebook. And don't apologize; if you needed that sleep, I'm glad you got it."

She yawned. "What's on the agenda today? Have you looked in the folder?"

"We've got a meditation at eight. I figured we'd get breakfast after, unless you're starving now."

"I'm good."

"Cool. Later this afternoon we have a couples massage, but there's a lot of time in between. Wanna sit by the pool since that's where it all started?"

A bright smile lit up her beautiful face. "I would love that!"

I considered making a move since we had time, but it might be fun to let some sexual tension build, since there was no way our pool time wasn't ending exactly like it did last year. "You know what? I could use some caffeine. I'll run down and get us each a coffee."

"Great idea! I've got a little brain fog and that will help. While you do that, I'm going to take a quick shower."

I gave her a kiss before climbing out of bed and getting dressed. As I stood in line at the coffee bar, Reagan walked into the cafeteria. I didn't want to speak to her, but we made eye contact, so I was forced to acknowledge her when she joined the queue behind me. "Hi." She wasn't getting more than the bare minimum from me.

"Hello," she said. "Did you and Abi talk about what happened yesterday?"

Reagan needed to drop this bullshit. "Yeah, and she called Bert. He told her he lied to you, so it's time to move on."

She cocked her head to the side. "I don't think he lied, and I think you need to open your gorgeous brown eyes before you end up hurt."

"Jesus, Reagan. Are you trying to cause trouble?" I spoke in a low voice to not attract attention. "Bert is a known cheater and a liar. Look at what the two of you did and what happened with his investments. There is zero reason for you to believe him over Abigail, especially when he admitted to her that he made it up!"

"So you two never broke up?"

"We took some space to work through some stuff, but no, we did not break up."

"That's essentially what Bert said. He told me that after you went home to Canada for Christmas, Abi had a really rough time one night and took a gummy and drank a whole bottle of wine. He sat up with her out of concern and had a few drinks, too. She was sloppy twisted and they ended up fooling around. He sent me a photo, Shawn."

"A photo of what?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"It was a selfie. She was passed out in his arms." Reagan then went into her bag and retrieved her phone so she could show me.