Chapter Seventy-three

"Reagan, I was waiting for you," she said, pouting.

He moved closer and stooped down in front of her, "I went to get your water; take small sips from it," he said, trying to get her to drink it, but she pushed it off.

"No, I do not want water; I just want to practice something they said at the party."

"What is that?" he asked.

She started to laugh, then slapped his chest.

"Eish, get your mind out of the gutter."

"What?" Reagan said he was confused. "I was only asking you what you meant when..."

"Shhh," she said with her finger pressed over his mouth.

"Now back to the topic: I need to take off this shirt to show you what I mean." She said and tried to stand up, but she fell back down on the bed.

"What is wrong with my leg? Am I dying?" She said it sadly.

"No, no, just drink; you will be fine tomorrow if you take this water."

"Ok, hand me the water then," she said, then extended her hand. He handed her the water and guided her as she took a few sips from it. He dropped it on the nightst