“And what exactly is there to hide?”
“Well, Kyle and I talked last night,” she said coyly.
“Girl, based on that dopey look on your face, you did a lot more than talk,” she said, glaring knowingly at her best friend.
“Yeah…”
“Yeah?”
Drea nodded. She wanted to just word vomit the whole story out, but she didn’t dare just start unloading. Not without knowing who might be listening.
“Girl, spill, now!!!” Leona hissed, grabbing a basket of freshly dried towels and dumping it on the folding table.
“Are we alone?”
“Of course we’re alone, we’re in the laundry! Now stop stalling!”
Drea picked up a towel and started to fold, taking in a deep breath. “Where do you want me to start?”
“Well, I can assume he apologized.”
“Yes, he did. And the Prages picked that moment to get on the boat and disrupt the moment. But that actually was kinda cute, because Mr. Prage totally called us out on it!” She giggled thinking about the look on the older gentleman’s face when he looked at her and Kyle yesterday afternoon. “But then later, while they were watching the sunset, he kissed me.”
“Just kissed you?”
“Well, we were on the boat, working, with guests present,” she pointed out. Never mind that Drea was pretty su
re had they looked at those guests she would have found them making out too.
Leona just looked at her, waiting for her to continue. She pushed a stack of folded towels down the long table and grabbed another bunch to continue the fold process.
“So then when we got back, we grabbed some food from the kitchen and took it for a picnic out behind the cottage. We ate and talked and then one thing led to another…”
“OH MY GOD!” Leona whisper shouted. “You did not have sex on Big House Beach!”
“No, we made it to the bed.”
“Wait, hold on. You slept with him? Like actual sex, not just heavy petting until you both were happy puppies?”
“Yup. We kinda skipped straight to the good stuff.”
Leona let out a little shriek and scurried around the table. She grabbed Drea in a big hug, jumping up and down.
“Holy shit, Drea! How was it? Did it live up to your fantasies? Did you come? What does all this mean...are you together?”
“It was...I don’t even know how to describe it, Lee,” she said, stopping midfold. “Amazing doesn’t begin to cover it. It was like, a Lauren Layne book come to life. We were like, actually in sync with each other and on the same page.”
“So, did you come?”
“Twice. Turns out Kyle is really good with his hands.” She blushed at her last comment, hoping it wasn’t too much of an overshare.
“Damn girl, I’m borderline jealous. Of the multiple orgasms, not the Kyle part.”
Drea laughed. “Thanks.”
“You feeling okay about all of this? That was zero to sixty in like, no time flat,” she commented, turning serious.
“I am actually. And that’s not just the post-orgasm high speaking. Speaking of which, I had no idea that they were a whole hell of a lot better when not self-induced.”
