Reagan could tell that sothing was going on the mont Edwina and her family decided to leave the house for us. It started when they decided to make a candle lit dinner for us and even though I had protested, they said it was the least gift they could do for us newlyweds. Edwina left, but not before shooting a wink and told to have the best night of my life which I now doubt was going to happen.
Reagan hasn't spoken a word ever since we started our private dinner, he just continued eating his food and pouring himself more wine. anwhile, I was doing my best not to squirm in my seat. I stared up at Reagan, wishing he would at least say sothing, or do sothing, but all he seed interested in was the food.
"Are you okay?" Reagan asked all of a sudden, "You've staring at your al for a long ti, is sothing wrong with it."
I looked down at my still full plate and realized all I had just been doing was pushing it around. "It's okay, I'm okay."
Nodding his head, "Alright," He replied before he stared up at again. "By the way. Don't you find it strange?"
"Find what strange?" I asked a little too eager.
Reagan narrowed his eyes at , "The couple just left their ho to a couple of strangers, you don't find it strange?"
"Um, no." I responded reaching for my cup of wine, "Should I?"
"Huh." Reagan grunted softly as he reached for his own cup of wine.
Okay, go on now, ask the question! Talk to , please! I thought to myself as I stared at Reagan who was now seed more interested in the wine than . Was he serious right now? He was just going to ignore it? Ignore ?
A scoff escaped as I thought about it, I was starting to get angry by the second. Edwina, was wrong, I was wrong! Reagan doesn't want , he never could not when he had a girl like Celeste waiting for him back ho! As I thought about it, I decided I could not sit here anymore.
"Excuse ." I pushed my chair backwards deciding to retire for the night.
I was just about to turn to the corridor and head to the bedroom when all of Reagan spoke, hating in my tracks.
"Is sothing the matter?"
Is sothing the matter? Is sothing the matter? I wanted to yell at him but instead I found myself turning to look at him. "So we are just going to keep pretending?"
"I'm not sure I follow." Reagan replied, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Of course he doesn't! "What happened this morning? Between us?"
"Ah, I see." Reagan responded, a little too nonchalant for my liking. "But I thought I apologized for that already."
"I don't want your apology!" I yelled at him unable to control myself a little longer.
For a fleeting mont, no one said anything and I was starting to wonder if I was the one who was overreacting. Reagan stared at , then leaning forward in his seat, he cocked his head at . "Then what is it you want?"
"You called by my na Reagan."
"And now I'm confused!"
I stepped forward, "You've never called by my na, never." I said still approaching , "And the way you said it this morning, it made feel like...like..." Shit, I couldn't say it. Saying it out loud would make it more real and I honestly don't know what I would do if he were to reject at this instant.
"Made you feel like what?" Reagan asked and I could detect a hint of curiosity in them.
I decided to just co right out and say it. "Like you don't want ." I said softly and then waited fir the rejection that I was sure would follow after.
"That's not true." Reagan suddenly spoke up.
My breath hitched at the confession, hope and confusion warring inside of . "It's not?"
"No, it's not." Reagan responded looking at , "I do want you Dahlia, more than I probably ever should and I guess it's probably why I lost control in the morning." Reagan said with a groan as he rubbed at his face in frustration, "I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am."
"Well, I am not." I said suddenly feeling bold, courtesy of the wine. "I liked it!"
Reagan stared at and I saw sothing flash in those dark eyes of his. It was so fast, I might have even missed it if I wasn't staring at him but I saw it; the mask slipped for a mont and there was raw desire in there and my belly literally did a backflip. But before I could comnt on it, it was gone.
"You should go to the room Dahlia." Reagan suddenly responded.
Frowning, I stared at him. "Why?"
"Because I said so, now leave." Reagan dismissed as he grabbed the bottle of wine left on the table.
Scoffing, I moved closer to him. "I know what you are doing." I told him and he offered a brief glance before going back to the bottle, as if I was of no importance to him. "You are supposed to be this brave knight but the truth is you are a coward! You are supposed to hate but so part of you doesn't and because of that you force yourself to hate when deep down you care!"
"Careful woman, you are treading on dangerous waters here." Reagan warned , his tone taking a dangerous edge.
"Dahlia!" I yelled at him, "My na is Dahlia, not woman! But you can't bring yourself to say it can you? Co on Reagan, say it! Say my na! Go on!" I yelled at him but Reagan sat down on the chair glaring at with a pissed off expression on his face and his mouth stubbornly remained shut.
"You can't even say that now, can you?" I scoffed at him, feeling disappointed, "Fucking coward!" I sneered at him, deciding to leave him alone.
He can drown in the bottle of wine for all I care, I was done! I knew this was too good to be true so I was done! I thought to myself as I whirled around to leave when all of a sudden, I heard the sound of a crash on the floor and then, a firm grip grabbed by my wrist. I was suddenly spun around and before I could even ask what was going on, Reagan slamd his lips down on mine!
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