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from each other. Rick, Regan noticed, had tiny freckles around his eyes and a stub on his chin. She had the sudden urge to touch it. She slowly unwound her left hand from around his neck and brought it to his stub pressing it carefully like it was a button that read “Do Not Press”. She looked into his eyes awaiting his reaction.
    Every bit of memory seemed to wipe clean from his brain only leaving behind Regan’s touch. The soft touch of her finger made him tremor in pleasure. He looked into her light brown eyes and found nothing but softness in them. Every part of his brain was working on etching her face forever in his mind’s eye. The rush of blood in her cheeks, the small mole on the left of her forehead almost hidden beneath the root of her hair, the red fringe tickling the side of her face, her full lips a little apart, teasing him with their lushness, everything was being stamped and locked with lust and love. He could smell her sweet, natural perfume and her breath gently swept across his neck causing a shiver of goose bumps all over his body. He wanted to kiss her then, wanted to lift her and hold her in his arms. He wanted . . .
    “A kiss for your thoughts ,” she uttered softly, stroking a finger across his shaved jawline.
    “ Good, then I get two kisses.” He pressed his lips to hers and inhaled deeply. Her arms tightened, and she clutched the end of his hair, kissing him back. They broke the kiss and looked at each other, breathless and their hearts beating rapidly in unison. He began to leave a trail of wet kisses starting from her chin, to the hollow of her neck and down to her exposed cleavage, his hands touching the small of her back. He heard her purr in approval and arch herself towards him. He hated the cloth between their bodies but the idea of touching her and exploring her body turned him on, causing adrenaline and desire to shoot through him. Regan closed her eyes and felt her heart hammering away as she got lost in his kisses. Every spot burned and sizzled, her hormones screamed for more, and she could feel the wetness between her legs. She opened her now opaque eyes filled with lust and looked at him.
    “That was one.” Regan dived to his lips again and flooded and merged her tongue with his. They locked lips and closed in on the little space between them. Minutes passed, and their lips did not break apart even for a moment. They kissed with passion and slowly, not wanting it to end. Tasting one another, pulling and playing with their tongues, Rick and Regan devoured each other and drowned in the numbing ache it created inside them.
    It had been three hours since the music was abruptly stopped, and the party goers ousted. Losing the moment, and realizing the number of witnesses around them, they reluctantly took a step away from each other, bid goodbye and settled into their own rooms, on the same floor.  After he had arrived at his room, losing sight of Regan, reality had rushed back. All the memories crashed together in his mind making him go crazy. He was shell shocked by what had happened. Guilt burnt through him and frantic images of Tracy came thundering in front of his eyes. Shit, what were you thinking! Tracy was kidnapped and you go lusting after another woman! The voice blasted in his ears almost tearing his eardrums. He tried to shake it away but all he ended up doing was smashing the - god knows how many dollars’ worth - flower vase on the floor. It took a few shots of scotch to calm his nerves down before he could get into bed but images of Tracy sleeping on a rough cement ground crawling with giant spiders flashed in his mind. When he shook his head, trying to rid himself of those horrifying thoughts, another image of the kidnappers having her tied up and blindfolded came crashing into his head. No sooner had he torn that image down when another image of Tracy crying and dying out of betrayal filled in. He couldn’t bear it anymore. He got out of bed and poured another