Say My Name

Reagan could tell that something was going on the moment 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 me a wink and told me 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. Meanwhile, I was doing my best not to squirm in my seat. I stared up at Reagan, wishing he would at least say something, or do something, but all he seemed interested in was the food.

"Are you okay?" Reagan asked me all of a sudden, "You've staring at your meal for a long time, is something 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 me again. "By the way. Don't you find it strange?"

"Find what strange?" I asked a little too eager.

Reagan narrowed his eyes at me, "The couple just left their home 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 me the question! Talk to me, please! I thought to myself as I stared at Reagan who was now seemed more interested in the wine than me. Was he serious right now? He was just going to ignore it? Ignore me?

A scoff escaped me as I thought about it, I was starting to get angry by the second. Edwina, was wrong, I was wrong! Reagan doesn't want me, he never could not when he had a girl like Celeste waiting for him back home! As I thought about it, I decided I could not sit here anymore.

"Excuse me." 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 me in my tracks.

"Is something the matter?"

Is something the matter? Is something 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 moment, no one said anything and I was starting to wonder if I was the one who was overreacting. Reagan stared at me, then leaning forward in his seat, he cocked his head at me. "Then what is it you want?"

"You called me by my name Reagan."

"And now I'm confused!"

I stepped forward, "You've never called me by my name, never." I said still approaching me, "And the way you said it this morning, it made me 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 me at this instant.

"Made you feel like what?" Reagan asked me and I could detect a hint of curiosity in them.

I decided to just come right out and say it. "Like you don't want me." 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 me. "It's not?"

"No, it's not." Reagan responded looking at me, "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 me and I saw something 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 moment and there was raw desire in there and my belly literally did a backflip. But before I could comment 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 me 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 me 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 me but some part of you doesn't and because of that you force yourself to hate me when deep down you care!"

"Careful woman, you are treading on dangerous waters here." Reagan warned me, his tone taking a dangerous edge.

"Dahlia!" I yelled at him, "My name is Dahlia, not woman! But you can't bring yourself to say it can you? Come on Reagan, say it! Say my name! Go on!" I yelled at him but Reagan sat down on the chair glaring at me 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 me by my wrist. I was suddenly spun around and before I could even ask what was going on, Reagan slammed his lips down on mine!