My body was in flames all through the night, and I couldn't get a wink of sleep; I craved to be touched down there as I still hadn't gotten my release yet. I had put on a pink nightgown while Regan went to take a shower, but I really wish I hadn't. My skin was wet and clammy from heat, and the material of the nightgown kept clinging to my burning hot skin.
And Regan just slept like a log beside me, unbothered, unlike me, who kept twisting and turning all night. I would have taken the liberty to help myself out, but I can't possibly do that with Reagan beside me. And I couldn't get up to the bathroom without waking him up as he has a tight grip around my waist. I'm even surprised he hasn't woken up from all my shuffling.
When I finally was able to close my eyes, dawn was slowly approachin
