“Really, Regan?” Carly looked at her as if she had two heads. “Relationship.” Her friend strung out the word into at least ten syllables.
Relationship. It was a loaded word, ripe with so many meanings.
“I’m not sure I’d call whatever it is we’re doing a relationship.”
“Let’s figure this shit out.” Carly sat back and was silent for a few moments before she launched her assault.
“Are you guys exclusive?”
Regan nodded. “Yes.”
“When was the last night you slept alone?”
“Weeks ago.”
“Does he make you laugh?”
She nodded.
“Is the sex good?”
“Definitely.”
“He treats you well?”
“Yes.”
“Has he met the family?”
“Yes.”
“Is he your king?”
Regan whipped her head up, eyebrows raised.
Carly giggled. “Let me rephrase. Is he your king of orgasms?”
“Yes.”
“Does he make you laugh.”
She nodded, a small smile touching her mouth. “Yes.”
“And you know his family.”
“I do.”
“And the sex is good.”
“Jesus, Carly. The sex is the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”
“Record number of orgasms?”
Okay, her friend was crazy. “In one night?”
Carly nodded.
“I don’t know. Like seven? Eight?” Dana stopped what she was doing, just for a second, and Regan had the sneaking suspicion the funky pink buds she’d stuck in her ears did nothing to muffle their conversation.