(Reagan’s POV)
Alexander’s mouth was on mine and it felt as though the world around me had stopped and I was frozen in time. I couldn’t move, I didn’t know what to do, sure I knew how to kiss but this moment I had never expected would ever happen. Alexander’s hands were still gripping my face as he moved his mouth on mine and I like the idiot I was, wasn’t reciprocating.
I felt Alexander’s grip on my face loosen and I felt him begin to pull away. I ran my hands up his chest, lacing my fingers into his soft, silky hair causing him to growl which seem to spur me on even more and I gripped his hair even tighter. Alexander’s hands moved from my face to my hips as he maneuvered himself so he was hovering over me on the bed. There was nothing gentle or soft about this kiss, no it was fiery and passionate and it felt as though my breath was being taken away.