FORTY-EIGHT.

REGAN'S POV.

She seemed to be in a daze when she returned to the room. Everything she did was done in a state of unconsciousness from changing into her sleeping cloths, to setting the pillows right, then lying far away from me like I could burn her with my touch to mumbling back a goodnight.

Was she affected by the kiss as much as I was? Did she feel it too? The sweet sensation? I couldn't help but stare at her back that was to me. I was grateful she wanted to stay far away from me. I didn't trust my self control to last through the night.

I was still hard from the kiss earlier which happens to be our first kiss too and I didn't think I could hold myself back from ripping those two pieces of clothes off her and having my way with her should we have any physical encounter. Not that my pervert mind was helping.