Reagan slowly peels away my hand off him as he moves back to stare at me. I look up at him, my eyes shining with confusion at his withdrawal. Had I said something wrong? Why does he have this disoriented look on his face?
"What's wrong?" I finally asked with my eyebrows scrunched in question. I can feel my heart skipping a beat in dread.
"You tell me." He responds, looking bewildered. His eyes search mine for something I'm not sure of. "We had discussed this; we're going to wait until you're fully ready for me to take you..."
"And I am ready!" I bring my hands up to cup both his cheeks so I could kiss him once more. But he moves back once again, holding my wrist and bringing them back down. The smile slowly wipes off my face as he rejects me once more.
He shakes his head, bringing bot
