Chapter 105: Here It Goes
Reagan and I returned to the camp site in silence. He had offered to carry me back but I had protested, even though my legs felt like jellies. Reagan being the bastard that he is smirked knowingly at my refusal but thankfully he hadn’t pushed. I managed to walk to the camp site while keeping my head down but there was no denying the heat in my cheeks.
I was convinced everyone already knew what Reagan and I went to do in the woods. We had not been that far off from the camp but if they heard us they gave no indication that they did. I swallowed as I walked further inside the camp while avoiding contact with everyone and anyone but that was impossible.
I could feel eyes on me, the weight of their glances lingering just a little too long and I looked up only to Nikolai crouched by the fire and this time he was sharpening one of his daggers. He lifted his gaze up, staring at Reagan then back at me before he returned to his blades but there was no denying the smirk that played at his lips and I almost groaned aloud at the mortification I felt.
Heather on the other hand was doing everything to get me to meet her gaze and when she saw that I wasn’t doing it. She walked away from where she was tending to the horses and came to stand in front of me.
"My lady, my lord," She greeted with a smile on her face, "I hope you had a nice walk?" She asked while giving me a pointed look.
"Nice walk indeed, it was quite refreshing I would say." Reagan said coming to stand beside me, his hand grabbing me by my waist.
My eyes snapped to his as I glared at him. What the hell did he think he was playing at? I thought to myself as I glared at him while his grip on my waist tightened in a way that belonged to someone claiming their possession. He handles me as if he had the right to touch me in public view.
Gritting my teeth, I gently jabbed my elbows in his waist trying to push him away but Reagan just continued to smile at me looking every bit unflustered as he stroked my hip gently through my shirt.
Fucking bastard! I thought to myself just as I tried not to remember the feel of him on my thighs or the way his hands had marked my skin.
"Refreshing? That’s what we are calling it now eh?" Heather’s eyes danced from me to Reagan before they finally rested on me, "My lady, a word?"
Here it goes! I smiled tightly at her before nodding in response, "Of course." I said before I headed towards the tent.