Chapter 30: Wrong About You
It was safe to say that I was now sore. Reagan had ended up taking me three more times in the middle of the night. Where I had gotten the energy to keep up with him was a mystery, I didn't think I had it in me, but I was welcoming Reagan with the same fervor he used on my body. The way he kept touching me and then staring at me like I was the most exquisite thing he had ever laid eyes on. He did tell me that, before he drew me back into his embrace.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of horses neighing right outside the window. Fluttering my eyelash, I turned and stretched but a startled gasp escaped me when I noticed that Reagan was sitting on the chair on the room watching me with a smile on his face.
"How long have you been like that?" I asked with a worried expression on my face.
Reagan smirked at me, "Not long." He said standing up from the chair, I noticed he was already dressed in new clothing. He then walked towards me, leaning down to press a quick to my lips.
The flush that rose to my cheeks was impossible to ignore. I smiled up shyly at Reagan who chuckled at me before he nudged his nose with mine.
"You are so adorable." Reagan grinned down at me. Heaving out a sigh he straightened, "While I would love for us to do absolutely nothing but for us to stay here. I'm afraid duty calls." He said to me.
I glanced up at him in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"They've come to get us already, so we have to leave." Reagan said and I felt sad at the thought.
These past few days I've learnt more about Reagan than I did when we spent months together. Now we were going back and I didn't know what was going to happen. We were going to be back to facing reality, bound by our duties. I really do not want to leave!