One second I am in a state of bliss, drenched in revelry, and the next moment I am literally freaking out of my mind. I mean, my fingers tremble, my heart races. Nothing about this moment feels good. Not the way I wanted to feel minutes after the first time I had sex.

Oh, my God, Oh my God. My best friend is going to walk in on me and her father fucking.

I reach for my pants, as Brett tries to tell me everything is going to be okay.

"No, it's not going to be okay," I tell him, shaking my head. "Brett, it's going to ruin everything."

"Look, I know this isn't ideal, but Ella, relax. This is going to be okay. It will take Kari a few minutes to walk in here and we'll be cleaned up before she arrives."

"Yeah, well, just take your sweet time then, putting on your pants." I grab my T-shirt and pull it over my head and reach for my shoes. At least at this point Brett is buckling his pants and reaching for his undershirt.

We are quickly reassembled, and I know we must look rumpled, but at least we're not naked. Dressed, Brett says to me, "Before the door opens, Ella, I want you to know that whatever happens next, I do not regret this. Not for a moment. Thank you. Thank you, for giving me the gift of yourself."

My heart opens, relishing the words Brett offers, wishing whatever is happening between the two of us could last more than this moment. Could be more than a one-time thing. I move to kiss him.

But then Kari is here, and the moment passes.

"Oh my God, that storm was a complete tease. There's not a single cloud in the sky." Kari groans, barreling in through the door. She rolls a suitcase and has a tote bag over her shoulder, taking up the space in this plane that had moments ago been filled with nothing but the moaning of Brett and me.

Our panting, our pleasure.

"Really? The storm is gone?" I ask, my brows furrowed.

"Let's look at this, sweetheart." For a moment, I think Brett's word is directed towards me. Sweetheart. But then I blink, realizing of course he isn't talking to me. He is talking to his daughter. Because him and I are not a thing.

We were a moment.

"Yeah the storm is a total bust," she continues. "And I was on that freaking tarmac for ages. Thank God they let us get off so I could come here. So much faster this way."

Kari wraps her arms around me and squeezes tight before stretching out her arms and looking me over.

"You look different, Ella. What's going on with your hair? It's a total mess."

Kari doesn't say this in a mean way, it's in a I'm your best friend so I can say whatever the hell I want kind of way.

"I think she looks great," Brett says. Of course, Kari doesn't realize there may be a double meaning here, and she just laughs it off saying, "No seriously, though, the storm is basically gone. I think we can leave soon."

"Let me have a look,” Brett says. "You girls settle into the cabin and I'll go check the reports."

Brett leaves a second later, but not before giving me a backwards glance. A look that I swear says something. Maybe I'm grasping here. Wanting this to be something it isn't.

I can't help it.

"So have you been bored out of your mind waiting here with my dad?" Kari asks. She sets down her bag and plops in an armchair. The armchair I was just fucked in by her father.

My stomach rolls.

"Oh, he was fine. Besides, I haven't been here that long and your dad is always so nice. I'm just glad I got a ride home. Thanksgiving alone would have been depressing as hell. I can't believe I effed up the ticket."

"What are we going to do with you, girlie?" Kari asks.

"What, about my lack of adult responsibility? Or is there something else I'm royally screwing up right now?"

"That’s the problem, you're not screwing anything." At that, Kari laughs. "Seriously though, maybe that would fix everything. You should start fucking around. Like soon. Maybe that would help you get perspective on college, on life. You've been putting so much pressure on the perfect first time. Screw it. Screw them all." Kari keeps laughing, and I do my best to play along.

If only she knew how much screwing had been taking place a few minutes ago.

Brett walks back on the plane clapping his hands together. "Good news girls, we're good to go. I just spoke with air traffic control and he said we're up and running again. Guess whatever storm they were predicting has not materialized, just as you said, Kari."

"Okay, I'll just go pee and then we can take off," Kari says, standing and walking to the bathroom.

"You know you can use the restroom while we’re in the air," her dad tells her.

"I know, but it weirds me out."

With Kari behind closed doors Brett looks at me. "Like I said, I don't regret a fucking thing."

I smile, loving that his eyes are back on me. I smirk. "You regret nothing at all?"

He shakes his head grinning. "Okay, you're right. I regret a few things. But that's okay," he says, pressing his hand to my pussy. I draw in sharp breath, already wet again. "We're not through, Ella. Not even close."