The next morning wait the feeling of warm body pressed against mine and a soft feeling on my cheek. My eyelash fluttered open and I saw that the room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn. I must have really been so tired as to wake up by this ti. The last thing I rembered was having a bath then doing a piece of embroidery just to take my mind away from things. I didn't bother to step out of the room yesterday because I wasn't sure I had any energy in to entertain whatever antics Celeste and my sister in law would be up to.
I had dinner on my room yesterday, I couldn't eat much and I tried to wait up for Reagan, I had assud he was going to co to my room because he had said he was going to see later. I must have slept off which is why I probably had no idea when he ca into the room.
Smiling, I turned on my side only to et Reagan smiling down at . The mont I turned my head, Reagan captured my lips in what was ant to be a soft kiss. But I deepened it because I've missed him so much. Reagan groaned as he ca on top of and kissed deeply. The kiss incited sothing within and I reached up about to undress him but Reagan grabbed a hold of my hand firmly.
Smiling he turned his head and placed a kiss on each of my wrist. "As much as I would love to fulfill our desires, I'm afraid I can't."
Groaning I slumped back on the bed, "Why not?"
"Because I've just been summoned by your father." Reagan answered with a grin.
It was then I now realized that he was dressed in formal clothing, I had been too focused on my desire to notice.
I released another groan before I slumped down on the bed. What does he want now? I asked myself not able to help being disappointed at the fact that Reagan was going away. I just had him and now we were not going to be able to spend ti with each other.
"How long will you be gone for?"
"Not long enough if I can help it!" Reagan assured , "anwhile, there's sothing I want to show you."
That seed to get my attention because I sat up straight on the bed, a look of curiosity on my face as I asked, "What's that?"
Reagan didn't say anything, except he offered a smile. He took my hands in his, giving ti to wear my slippers before he led out of the bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder where we were going as we walked down the hall way. I also slightly felt embarrassed with the way servants gaze lingered on when they saw I and Reagan together.
Not that Reagan seed to care, if anything he seed excited for what he was about to show and I can't help but wonder what it was he wanted to show . But he seed really happy for it and that alone made hold my tongue, a small smile on my face as I went after him.
Reagan then stopped in front if of a huge oak door. My heart began to beat faster as he fished for the keys in his pockets and began to open it.
No! I thought to myself as I begin to feel overwheld with excitent. No way, it can't be! It can't be!
Reagan as if sensing my emotions released a deep chuckle but he pushed the door open. The intoxicating sll of paper and leather bound books hit my nose. The sll lingered in the air — supple and musty — like an old place that nobody had tread upon in forty years. And the sll wasn't unpleasant it was like ho.
A gasp escaped as I walked deeper into the one room I hadn't been allowed in ever since I found out about it. As if I was still in a daze, I walked deeper into the library.
The library was enormous with a beautiful glass roof which was so high up in the room. Tall wooden shelves were aligned in neat columns like soldiers, each and every one of them filled with books that contained various tales. The wood was dark, with a smooth sheen resulting from careful polishing and crying out for attention now as it captured the glow of the amber colored light falling from the chandeliers overhead. Ladders on brass rails fell against the tallest shelves, and I imdiately imagined myself on it, the sound of tal when I slide across the library to read my books.
To my left, a reading nook beckoned, a white colored round couch with a table right next to it, filled with stacks of books and so journals and writing material. I opened my mouth but no words ca out of , all I could do was just stare at it in wonder.
"You like it that much, huh?" Ca Reagan's deep voice.
I whirled around to look at him, "Like it, Reagan this, this_ Oh gods!" I gasped instead, words eluding as I gestured helplessly at the grandeur surrounding .
"You look like you might have stepped into a dream." Reagan said with chuckle that resonated around the room.
"This is a dream." I murmured as I twirled around to stare at the room, a dazed expression on my face before I turned to look at Reagan. "This is a dream right, it has to be, I'm never allowed into this room so it has to be a dream. Very soon Heather will co and wake up and...ow!" I yelled in pain when Reagan suddenly grabbed by my cheeks and pinched .
"What the hell do you do that for?" I glared at him.
Reagan shrugged in response, "You were busy rambling and also you needed confirmation that it wasn't a dream."
I shoved his hands away from my cheeks, "A simple it's not a dream will surface, you don't have to be so dramatic!" I said causing Reagan to arch a brow up at but I turned away to stare at the library, which was about to be my favorite place in the world.
"I didn't want you bored and I thought about what you'd like when I noticed you loved reading." Reagan said and I turned to look at him, "You left your book at the carriage that night, and I figured I'd open this place up to you."
My heart swelled with a strange feeling in my chest as I stared at Reagan. He was looking at when I thought he wasn't, Edwina was right the whole ti. He noticed what I liked and he had gone out of his way to keep happy.
"Thank you." I said my voice thickened with emotion.
Reagan smiled softly before he looked away, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as if he were embarrassed, "You are welco." He answered softly.
"I really do love it." I said turning to look up at the shelves stacked with books, "It's perfect."
"Yeah," Reagan responded his voice filled with an emotion I do not dare to dwell on too much, "It really is." He added and sothing told he wasn't talking about the book.
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