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The first time, it is a huge mistake. Both of them are drunk as fuck. Reagan can barely recall anything of what happened before they end at her house fucking. She was drinking her ass off one moment and the next, she is kissing Brett in her bed. She remembers the sex perfectly. It would have been a sin to forget something like that. The sex that night was incredible, it turns out Brett knows exactly how to satisfy a woman. The beginning was a bit rough since he couldn’t get hard, probably because of the alcohol or whatever; but the man didn’t show any embarrassment for that, he kneeled in front of Reagan and gave her the best oral sex she has ever had until that moment. And after that, Brett’s performance just... Brett knows how to fuck. The experience is so good that Reagan doesn’t mind waking up next to the man in the morning. It is awkward, but Brett makes some stupid jokes to lighten the mood and makes coffee for them before leaving with a bright smile.  

He doesn’t say anything at work later. He acts cheerfully, like always, and doesn’t go after Reagan to make dumb questions about what that night means for them.  

The second time, it is a big mistake. Reagan is a bit drunk again and feels lonely that night. It is poker night, everybody is playing and having a great time, even Reagan until she hears Brett’s light laugh. For some unknown reason, Reagan remembers how great Brett felt inside her. All her body trembles and, suddenly it is too hot in the house. She leaves the table to get some air in the balcony. Brett follows her and the next thing she is doing is to convince him to leave the party so they can have some private fun in her bed. In less than ten minutes they are leaving the place after saying some stupid but realistic lie. Brett is a giving lover and Reagan loves all the attention she gets from him. He is too soft, too vanilla for her but he is so good... Or maybe he is being cautious since rough sex is not for everybody, Reagan prays secretly for Brett to have a darker side. She scratches his back hard while cumming with his name on her lips. “You’re so good,” she mumbles against his ear making him tremble at the words. Brett should leave but he doesn’t and Reagan is too tired to kick him out. In the morning, she wakes up with the smell of coffee. Brett makes some funny comments and leaves with a big smile.  

At work, he acts as if nothing happened and keeps trying to please everybody which makes Reagan a bit mad when she sees Myc taking advantage of him, but doesn’t do anything. She never meddles in those things and she is not going to start now. She tells herself it is Brett’s problem and it would be weird to do something now; it could be suspicious. Reagan doesn’t feel good that night.  

The third time, it is a mistake but Reagan doesn’t really care. They are celebrating the accomplishment of a mission that could have killed them. The adrenaline is running through her veins when she drags Brett to the alley in the back of the bar. It is dark enough to not be seen by any bystander. This time, Brett is rougher which Reagan likes. Brett pushes her back against the wall and fuck her fast and hard. Reagan feels his teeth against her skin and realizes the way he is restraining himself hence he doesn’t bite her too hard so it could leave a mark. Reagan wants to tell him she doesn’t care but she can’t say anything that is not his name to ask him for more. In the morning, her body hurts and she has some bruises but she doesn’t mind. Nobody can see anything.  

That day, Brett goes to her and asks her if she is fine. He wants to apologize for being rougher than usual, but Reagan cuts him. She doesn’t want to discuss anything; it was great and she lets him know she actually liked that. Reagan fears Brett is going to keep talking about what they are doing, but he doesn’t. Brett doesn’t pursue the topic and nods with a smile. There is something wrong, but Reagan can’t say exactly what. Brett is ready to leave when Reagan stops him, the ambience between them is off and she doesn’t like that. They have lunch together and Reagan relaxes hearing Brett talking about something related to a magazine he is reading. It is absurd, but hearing him makes Reagan forget about the fact her father wants her to invent something so fucking unethical... Reagan smiles when Brett laughs at something he read last night.  

This is nice.  

Having lunch together is nice.  

The fourth time, Reagan pushes Brett inside a bathroom in a disco; they are celebrating something stupid that her stupid father invented to be praised by a company that hates him. She wants to forget where she is and the fact her own dictatorial father stole her dream job from her. She wants to have a good time and Brett gives her exactly what she needs. It is messy but Brett finds a way to fuck her in that tiny space. Reagan bites his shoulder to muffle her moans. After the sex, she leaves first with a smug smile and Brett has to wait some minutes thus nobody discovers what they have done. Brett doesn’t smile when she tells him he has to stay there alone but accepts it. Later, Brett asks her if she wants to dance with him and Reagan turns down the offer; it could be suspicious and Brett, once again, nods and gives her a smile that makes her uncomfortable.  

After that, Reagan stops counting and considering their encounters a mistake. It is great and enjoyable sex and Reagan doesn’t regret it. Why would she? Brett is a pleaser; she didn’t know a man could be that during sex with a woman. In her experience, men don’t usually know how to really please a woman, but Brett takes his time and enjoys foreplay leaving her wet and bothered. And Reagan doesn’t mind the implications of what they are doing. In fact, she forgets them so everything is easier and she doesn’t have to think about it. What they are doing is wrong and can develop into some complicated attachment between them and Reagan doesn’t want that. She needs distance and boundaries with people even if that person is her best friend. She can’t have more than that. She can’t deal with a change in their relationship. She wouldn’t know what to do with...  

She stops thinking about the meaning of their actions. It is too messy and useless.  

One day, she ends up in a small cleaning room with Brett after an infuriating meeting with her dad. For the first time, Brett doubts what they are doing. He says something about being at work but Reagan doesn’t let him finish. She kisses him hard and her hands travel fast to his belt. “Why not?” It is all she says back. The next thing she hears is Brett calling her name while one of his hands goes inside her panties. He promises her a good time and that is what he gives her. Reagan feels great afterwards. “I have to say, Brett,” she says before opening the door. “You know how to please a woman.” Brett smiles and thanks her for the compliment which is absurd but Brett will say thanks to any positive comment he receives. After that, his smile fades.  

That day, Brett seems nervous. His body is tense during the meeting and he doesn’t joke all the time. Reagan sees him listening to music and even ignoring some people which is extremely odd. Reagan connects the dots easily; Brett is worried about what they have done at the workplace... Reagan should talk to him to know what is bothering him exactly since casual sex is just sex no matter where they are. However, she doesn’t do it. Talking about it is giving sex an importance that doesn’t really have. Reagan glance at Brett while he is drinking some coffee outside, he is talking to his audio journal, and Reagan guesses since he is talking to himself. He seems sad. For a second, she doubts about going to where he is; in the end, she stays in her lab working on something stupid. She regrets her decision and needs some distraction.  

Maybe Reagan shouldn’t mix sex and work like she has done today, but her father is so infuriating and the situation is so frustrating, that she needs it. She needs to kiss Brett and touch his muscular and strong body. Reagan wants to feel his arms around her body and hear his voice calling her name. She wants to see the desire burning his insides while fucking her. Reagan loves the way she feels being held by Brett and how demanding his kisses can be. Reagan forgets about the world when she is with him and everything feels better afterwards.  

So, Reagan is not going to make anything that can jeopardize what they have and she trusts Brett will do the same. Thus, Reagan keeps walking and buries the image of Brett talking dejected and alone to his journal in the back of her mind.  

“What are we?” Brett asks one day. They are working on a mission and are alone.   

“Sometimes, fuck buddies,” she answered a little too fast and a little bit frantic. For some reason, the question made her nervous. Brett smiled then, but Reagan doesn’t like the way his lips made the curve or the way that smile doesn’t reach his eyes.  

“And BFF?” Brett asks, his voice sounding worried and sad.  

“All the time,” she answers forcing a smile. This is bad, Reagan knows this is bad. Brett’s need for reassurance is really bad. “Forever.” Reagan doesn’t want to dwell on the meaning of what is happening because thinking about it could make it real and she would have to face certain facts about their relationship (or lack of it) that are changing and Reagan is not ready for that. She will never be.  

“Sick.” Brett gives her a fist bump and his smile seems genuine. Reagan breathes again and relaxes. Crisis averted. Reagan ignores the sigh of relief Brett makes.  

After that, Brett is as enthusiastic as ever. And for days everything is fine.  

Reagan invites Brett to her house since his father is living in Cognito Inc., Reagan has more privacy which is the only good thing that his father’s betrayal has given her. Before she closes the door, Brett is kissing her. Brett takes her and Reagan puts her legs around his waist and her fingers are going through his wonderful hair. She loves messing his hairstyle, he looks so damn sexy. Brett takes her to her room and lets her on the bed. His tongue starts travelling around her neck while his hands are stripping her clothes off. Reagan unbuttons his shirt and her fingers touch his perfect body. Everybody in the office is right, Brett is a fucking ten, a godlike man. He throws her clothes and his tongue keeps moving. Brett kisses her breasts and starts licking one. Reagan moans harder when notices one of his hands grabbing her other boob. Brett is not as soft as the first time. He is demanding and there is certain possessiveness in every move he makes.  

Suddenly, his other hand is touching her through the fabric of her panties making her wet and aroused. “Oh, God... Brett,” she calls his name wantonly. When they have time, Brett takes his time. He doesn’t like rushing things. Brett touches her and enjoys the way she reacts. Reagan reaches for his belt and takes it off so she can unzip his pants to touch the growing bulge in Brett’s boxers. She feels his dick getting harder in her hands. Brett sucks her nipple making her jump under him. She feels his teeth playfully biting her. “Harder...” she demands. Brett sucks harder and Reagan knows she will have a mark in the morning. Brett pinches her other nipples and Reagan arches her back with pleasure. “Good boy.” Those two words make wonders.  

Brett abandons her breasts to kiss her hard, biting her lower lip with care. This is for them; nobody has to notice anything at work. “What do you want?” Brett asks. For a person who needs validation constantly and can be so needy and insecure, Brett is always confident in bed. The way he makes the question tells Reagan he wants her to ask for what she wants. Brett wants to hear her beg for it. Reagan blushes and looks at Brett who is smiling at her. His beautiful eyes are glued to her waiting for an answer. “Do you want to keep me going?” he asks moving his finger against her clit brushing the fabric of her underwear brush it. Reagan gasps. “Or do you want me to kneel and...?” He doesn’t finish the sentence.  

He waits for an answer in silence. This is so embarrassing and so what Reagan wants. “I want you... to...” she gulps trying to find the words. She has never been good at being in a relationship and dating, thus, she never had the chance to study exactly what she wanted in sex. She knew she didn’t enjoy soft and tender sex too much. She knew she wanted a lover who was able to play during sex... Reagan wanted to try new things but she was a bit shy to ask for that in a first encounter. But now, with Brett, she can do that. She can try things. She can give him control and, in the future, they can change roles to see how it feels...  

“You want me, what?” Brett cuts her thoughts.  

“I want you on your knees.” Her voice sounds now more confident and she likes that. “I want you to eat me up.” Brett licks his lips and nods. Reagan bites her lower lip and looks at how Brett goes to his knees in front of the bed. She straitens up and keeps watching him. Brett takes her pants and underwear before putting his hands on her thighs. He opens her legs and buries his face between them. Reagan grabs the sheets with anticipation. Brett takes his time before touching his clit with his tongue. His touches are soft and slow at the beginning. He makes her wet swirling his tongue, tasting her at every move, enjoying the sounds she makes.  

“Ohgodohgodohgod....” she murmurs digging her nails into Brett’s scalp who groans but doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking like he is having the most incredible ambrosia. “Please Brett...” She can’t finish whatever she was about to say when a fire spreads through her body making her shiver with pleasure. Reagan falls onto the bed and tries to catch her breath. This is so good. Brett is so fucking good. Brett doesn’t give her time to recover when he is kissing her, making her taste herself. His tongue moves around her lips before going inside, starting a dance with her own tongue. His kisses are becoming more aggressive and possessive with the time and Reagan enjoys how he conquers her and makes her his.  

Brett frees her mouth to undress himself completely. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Brett moves confident like he owns the place and takes a condom from her drawer, Reagan hasn’t been so ready as she is now to have sex any day. Brett stops at the edge of the bed and grabs her waist to pull her. He leans over her and brushes his lips against her but doesn’t kiss her, instead bites her lower lip and smiles at her. Reagan loves how confident he is always. Brett doesn’t give her time to think about anything else when he penetrates her. Brett groans with pleasure and savours the moment before moving his body at a slow pace. Reagan encloses her legs around his waist to make his thrusts deeper. She grabs his muscular arms and arches her back when Brett moves faster inside her.  

“Harder,” she moans. And Brett does as he is told. He goes faster and Reagan feels like he is breaking her insides. Reagan calls him and begs him to fuck her as hard as he can and Brett being the pleaser he is, fucks her hard. His thrusts are deeper and Reagan reaches her peak with his name on her lips. Reagan digs her nails in his skin when he continues. She notices his body trembling; he is about to cum and he does it with a guttural groan that makes her quiver with excitement.  

Brett falls then next to her. Reagan observes his perfect chest going up and down fast. For a moment, she doesn’t remember why she invited him. Did something at work happen? Probably. Her father is infuriating and, even though she can't remember it, he must have done something terrible today...  

However, nothing had happened that day. She hadn’t seen her father at work.  

She wasn’t mad or stressed, she just wanted Brett to come home.  

That thought makes her panic.  

What the fuck is wrong with her?  

Her brain starts working to find a good reason that justifies Brett’s reassuring presence at her house. However, before she can find something, she feels his arm over her and her mind is incapable of... anything. Brett should leave but she can’t say the words. His body feels warm against her skin and Reagan enjoys passing her fingers around his perfect abs. And before she knows it, she is asleep.  

The next morning, Reagan wakes up but there is no aroma of coffee in the atmosphere just Brett’s sweet smell.  

“Do you want to get coffee?” It is an innocent question. Reagan, consciously, knows it is an innocent question; but she hates it. She looks mad at Brett for proposing something so stupid and dangerous. Because this is not a simple invitation nor innocent. Brett wants to do... stuff with her outside work and sex and that means something.  

“I have coffee,” she says and sounds harsher than she pretended. “Good coffee.”  

Brett laughs softly and moves his head. “It is coffee but not good coffee.” He is right. She has cheap instant coffee since her coffee maker broke two weeks ago. “My treat,” adds cheerfully. “Even though your instant coffee is not completely repulsive, I find a non-fat, triple-foam tapiocchiato more appealing.” Brett sounds harmless like he doesn’t realize what he is really doing, but he always sounds like that. Nonetheless, Reagan has to admit that her coffee is disgusting and thinking about a strong dark coffee makes her drool.  

“Since it’s your idea, you’re paying.” Too late, she realizes she is making him pay something for her. It kind of feels like a mini-date.  

“Of course.” Brett jumps with a smile that reaches his stupid beautiful eyes and Reagan can’t move for a second.  

It is nice, too nice.  

Reagan hates how much she loves the coffee and Brett's simple company. This should be unbearable, Brett should be... Reagan can’t find the word to describe what Brett should be, making her angrier with the situation. Reagan likes the man, he is very likeable and they are BFFs for a reason but this is outside work and non-work relate in any way and that makes her feel... uneasy. She shouldn’t be enjoying this.  

She shouldn’t.  

But she is.  

Suddenly, she notices something. Brett is tapping the table with his fingertips in a frenetic way. He is smiling and joking, and sharing his traumatic and lonely past between amusing comments related to something they have done at work. He seems normal but the way he is tapping the table... Reagan has been there and can recognize when someone is on the verge of having a mental breakdown; and Brett, for some reason, is. She should ask if everything is fine but if she does, she is giving Brett the opportunity to share something she doesn’t want to know. If she asks, their relationship can change from Business Friends Forever to something more intimate; and that terrifies Reagan. Hence, she doesn’t ask. She laughs to her dismay because she shouldn't be so comfortable around Brett.  

Later at work, Brett keeps tapping the table constantly. And Reagan is unable to not see the way Brett seems to be more excitable than usually. When the meeting ends, he starts listening to music and dances freely. Reagan watches him disappear with his headphones. Brett was smiling but there was something off. Reagan buries those thoughts and keeps working.  

Brett is fine.  

Everything is fine.  

She is fine.  

Brett is completely fine.  

And she is not worried because they are fine.  

“I have to tell you something you’re not going to like,” Gigi says grabbing her arm to take her to the corner of her lab.  

“Don’t tell me the cris...”  

“Forget about that shit,” Gigi cuts her. “This is important.”  

“Is the...?”  

“Just listen!” Gigi frees her and puts her arms akimbo. This is serious. “I know about Brett and you.” It is the first thing she says and gives Reagan some time to understand exactly what that means.  

Everybody knows about her and Brett.  

Fuck.  

“Have you made...?” She can’t finish the sentence. It is so fucking embarrassing.  

“We've made bets about you two of course,” Gigi answers the question. “This could be bad for me; talking to you could make me lose a lot of money,” she says so Reagan understands how important this is. “You have to...”  

“Did Brett say anything?” Reagan knows Brett can’t keep a secret which makes the fact he works for a secret agency very unrealistic. However, she thought she could trust him with this. Brett has promised he would never do anything that could harm her and letting people know about them... “How do you know? Because of Brett?” Gigi looks at her and raises an eyebrow with a sceptical look. She can’t believe Reagan finds that important right now. “Did he say something suspicious?”  

“It was because of you, actually,” Gigi says so they don’t waste time on that matter.  

“Me? I haven’t said anything!”  

“Oh, honey.” There is pity in her voice and Reagan doesn’t like that. “From some time ago, we realized you were less... intense.”  

“That’s what gave me away?”  

“Not just that. One day, you started being less mad about everything, you swore less, stop shouting at random people, and now you only threaten your father twice per day...” Gigi numbers and it is so fucking embarrassing to hear that. “You looked happier.” Gigi finishes with a sigh. Reagan is so ashamed that doesn’t realize Gigi has talked in past. “And now Brett seems miserable.”  

“No, he doesn’t.” He does. When no one is watching, Brett’s smile disappears and his eyes look at the horizon completely lost and with no joy. However, that happened before they started having sex. It is not her fault. She just doesn’t ask and ignores him because asking would make their relationship closer and Reagan doesn’t know how to deal with that.  

“This is not good for my bet, but you should talk to him.” It is an obvious lie. This is good for what she has bet, but Reagan decides not to say anything. “Try to be less... Reagan than usual for that.”  

“Did you just say my name?”  

“Yes,” Gigi nods with no shame. “You know how you can be.” It is an insult that is not being said as one. “Try to be normal.”  

“I’m normal. I know how to be normal!” This is a direct attack and Reagan has to defend herself even if it is true. “I’ll be Reagan because I know how to talk to people about everything.”  

“Oh, honey, please no. Don’t do that.” Gigi puts her hand on her shoulder. “It’s sad.”  

Reagan has to leave after that, saying something really stupid and a loud “Suck my dick.” While giving Gigi the finger.  

She has to talk to Brett. She can’t keep ignoring what is happening. Everybody knows about them then and now they probably know Gigi has come to talk to her. Everybody knows that she knows, which means she can’t keep ignoring Brett’s sad expressions and how his smiles don’t reach his eyes. She can’t ignore the fact that Brett sometimes avoids her and is fidgety around her when he doesn’t have anything to do. She has to face the facts and Brett.  

Or maybe not.  

She can fix this. Reagan can find a way of fixing their relationship without talking.  

“What are you doing?” The AI asks when sees her looking inside the boxes.  

“I’m trying to figure out how to fix this,” she answers. There must be some kind of machine she can use for this.  

“Gigi told you.”  

“Did you know it too?”  

“Everybody in the team knows it. I’m part of the team.”  

Reagan rolls her eyes. Of course, he knows. People can’t keep a secret. People have to bet on their co-worker's private life and then, pry.  

“I know how to fix it,” the AI sounds confident which means Reagan can’t trust him. However, she stops to look at him because maybe... “Talk to him.”  

“I knew it was going to be some shitty advice.” It is all she says before turning to keep looking for something in the boxes. “Maybe my father invented something for those times I wanted to talk about my stuff!” The moment she hears herself, Reagan stops.  

What has she just said?  

Did that sound as bad as she thinks?  

Is she a monster?  

Is she being too Reagan or this is more like being like her asshole father?  

“You heard yourself, right?”  

“Yes.” She fears a sharp, cruel but deserving comment, but the AI doesn’t say anything for several seconds.  

“Saying something it’s worthless.” The AI turns around. “I'd feel like killing a baby whale or something. I wouldn’t enjoy it.” It is not the comment she was expecting but it is cruel anyways. “I’m not wasting my time. Just talk!” It is the last thing the robot says before leaving her alone.  

Reagan doesn’t want to be like her dickhead and selfish father. She doesn’t want to end like him. Reagan doesn’t want to be the kind of person who just thinks about herself and is incapable of having a nice relationship with anyone. She doesn’t want to end up alone because she can’t do something as simple as talking to another human being. She doesn’t want to be hated by Brett because she used him and broke him. That is not what she wants. And Reagan doesn’t want to lose Brett or how she feels around him.  

She likes talking to him and watching him order his stupid coffee or making push-ups when he is too nervous while talking at the same time like it is not a big deal. Reagan loves how he tries to be nice and treats everybody with a genuine smile. She enjoys his little obsession with the past even though is a lie and sweeten with nostalgia, or the way he studies secret documents so maybe one day he can understand what they do at Cognito Inc.  

She doesn’t want to lose all that.  

Gigi was right when she said Reagan was happier.  

It is not only the sex at what Brett excels. It is his arms around her body and inviting Reagan to rest her head on his chest. It is his fingers playing with her hair. It is the coffee in the morning and his agreeable conversation. It is the way he listens to her and makes others pay attention when she is talking. It is his laugh when she says something funny. It is how hard he tries to make her smile. It is his eyes shining when she is around. It is the fact he wants her to be part of his life. And so much more.  

Oh, God...  

She is in love with Brett.  

Reagan covers her face with her hands. This is not only about liking the guy or thinking about a relationship, this is about being in love with him. Reagan can’t ask herself how that happened because she knows. Oh, she knows perfectly. This was bound to happen the day she decided Brett was a nice human being and helpful to her. And not too late, she considered the man his friend and even made an effort around him to have a good relationship with such a nice person. Reagan has never thought that about a person since she met Brett. This is bad, she bites her nails. This is really bad.  

Reagan doesn’t know what to do with that feeling, how to respond to that. What do normal people do? They talk and share their feelings, of course. And that is what she must do even if she doesn’t know how to. She trusts Brett will know what to do. He is better than her at dealing with social and personal stuff and feelings...  

This is going to be a disaster. She remembers Steve and how everything started and ended. Steve was the one who asked her out and she ended things abruptly after two months of boring dates and empty conversations. What if things end the same way with Brett...  

What if they don’t?  

Reagan is a coward towards relationships and intimacy, she takes the easy way out (like her father). She destroys a person with her honesty so she can be free, or creates a robot because she can’t text a guy that she finds attractive. But she doesn’t want that this time. She doesn’t want to fix anything (like her father would). Reagan wants to face the problem. Now that she has accepted her feelings and is not in denial, Reagan can understand better the situation and her own feelings. She is happier now. Brett has made her less lonely.  

His father could be tearing the world around her apart and Reagan would be fine knowing Brett is by her side. She doesn’t want anything else, just Brett. If today she had to decide between her father and Brett, she wouldn’t hesitate to choose Brett. The man is good and his biggest flaw is his compulsive need of pleasing everybody so people will like him which is a huge flaw but Reagan can live with that. In fact, she would help him to be more confident and less needy. This is not a common thought for her. Reagan doesn’t usually want to help people around her but she would do that for Brett if that would make him happy.  

Reagan decides to listen to the advice she has received and goes to talk to Brett. It won’t be a productive day but who cares? Her father will get mad but Reagan doesn’t really care. She finds Brett drinking coffee in the park next to where they work. Normally, he would have asked Reagan to come but these days he is a bit evasive. “Do you want to come with me to get a coffee?” She asks and tries to sound natural.  

“You don’t usually come.”  

“I know,” she usually turns down the invitation, but that is going to change if everything goes well. They walk next to each other in silence. This is another thing she likes about Brett; he loves talking, but still he doesn’t force conversations and can stay next to her in agreeable silence. When Reagan has a dark coffee in her hands, they keep walking. She takes the first sip and tries to find the courage for what to say next. “We need to talk.” It is the first thing she says.  

“Ohhh...” Brett sighs resigned and looks at Reagan with a forced smile. Reagan doesn’t understand why he looks so sad when she hasn’t said anything yet. “I guess this was coming.” Brett sits on a bench and his eyes get lost in his coffee. “You can be as honest as you like. I’ll know how to deal with this.” Brett looks at Reagan again with his lips curved. “I’m ready Reagan!.”  

Reagan doesn’t need anyone to tell her Brett believes she has ended things between them. He has been waiting for that since the first day, probably. And Reagan knew it without making anything because she was too scared. She sits next to Brett and looks at him trying to give him a reassuring smile and failing. Her body is tense and Reagan reaches Brett’s arm to find the courage to start talking. “Brett,” she calls him softly. “I’m not going to end anything...”  

“No?” Brett is so confused right now; he looks so adorable that Reagan wants to touch his face right now. Such a cute expression, however, it is not the time for that, not yet.  

“Well... yes. I guess technically I am ending this.” Reagan knows she is saying all wrong but she can’t do it better. “This being the sex... only the sex... I mean... I don’t want this to be only about having sex.” It is a mess. She should have practised in front of the mirror. She regrets how unprepared she is for this. Reagan sighs frustrated with herself and closes her eyes for a second. The next words need to be the right ones.  

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Brett breaks the silence with an unsure tone. Reagan opens her eyes and finds Brett’s beautiful eyes staring at hers. The question is direct and simple. How has Brett understood what she was trying to say?  

“Yes.” She is relieved, Reagan doesn’t need to keep talking.  

“Why?” That question takes Reagan by surprise.  

“Why what?”  

“Why would you want me to be your boyfriend?”  

“Why wouldn’t?  

“Because you’re bright and a genius and I’m....”  

Brett.  

Just Brett.  

Reagan knows exactly how the answer ends and hates the feeling of uncertainty and fear behind it. This is Brett’s self-deprecating side. This is the dark side of Brett, the one he can’t control. “I don’t think I should justify why would I want to be with you, but you need to hear it.” The thing is; Reagan loves Brett precisely because he is Brett. “You are nice. You’re a good person.” This is not enough and Reagan knows it. And she is terrified because what she is about to say is scary for her. She has never said the words before. This is too much, too soon. “This is going to sound cheesy as fuck but you brighten my day so much, I sometimes forget about how much I hate the fact my dream job was stolen by a heinous and cold-hearted monster who I call father.”  

Brett is about to say something but he remains silent for some long seconds. “Are you sure?” He asks finally. Reagan nods firmly and decides not to give Brett the chance to keep talking because it will be a waste of time for them. She is in love with him and Reagan knows he, possibly, loves her too. Reagan leaves coffee on the bench to cup his face with her hands and pushes him into a kiss.  

“I am sure,” she breathes when she breaks the contact between them. Reagan feels free and completely relaxed. She has never felt like this with anyone. She is scared about the future. Reagan can’t stop thinking about this being a mistake but Reagan can’t lose the opportunity of being with Brett. She kisses him again and tastes the coffee from his lips; it is too sweet and Reagan loves it. She deepens the contact between them and feels Brett’s arms around her body pushing her against his. “My place?” She murmurs brushing their lips.  

“We have work...”  

“Fuck it.” Reagan doesn’t want to go back and face their colleagues/friends who will be waiting for them in order to know who has won the bet. And more important, she doesn’t want to see her father’s face who will find a way to ruin her wonderful day. She doesn’t have to insist when Brett is taking her to his car. Afterwards, they can have something like a date.  

Reagan is terrified but being kissed by Brett doesn’t feel like a mistake.  

Realizing she is in love with Brett doesn’t feel like a mistake.  

Feeling Brett touching her body is not a fucking mistake, she thinks at her home.  

This is not a fucking mistake.