It Really Is!

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 time. The last thing I remembered 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 me 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 assumed he was going to come to my room because he had said he was going to see me later. I must have slept off which is why I probably had no idea when he came into the room.

Smiling, I turned on my side only to meet Reagan smiling down at me. The moment I turned my head, Reagan captured my lips in what was meant to be a soft kiss. But I deepened it because I've missed him so much. Reagan groaned as he came on top of me and kissed me deeply. The kiss incited something within me 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 me 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 time with each other.

"How long will you be gone for?"

"Not long enough if I can help it!" Reagan assured me, "Meanwhile, there's something I want to show you."

That seemed 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 me a smile. He took my hands in his, giving me time to wear my slippers before he led me 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 me when they saw I and Reagan together.

Not that Reagan seemed to care, if anything he seemed excited for what he was about to show me and I can't help but wonder what it was he wanted to show me. But he seemed really happy for it and that alone made me 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 overwhelmed with excitement. 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 smell of paper and leather bound books hit my nose. The smell lingered in the air — supple and musty — like an old place that nobody had tread upon in forty years. And the smell wasn't unpleasant it was like home.

A gasp escaped me 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 immediately imagined myself on it, the sound of metal 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 some journals and writing material. I opened my mouth but no words came out of me, all I could do was just stare at it in wonder.

"You like it that much, huh?" Came Reagan's deep voice.

I whirled around to look at him, "Like it, Reagan this, this_ Oh gods!" I gasped instead, words eluding me as I gestured helplessly at the grandeur surrounding me.

"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 come and wake me up and…ow!" I yelled in pain when Reagan suddenly grabbed me by my cheeks and pinched me.

"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 me 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 me when I thought he wasn't, Edwina was right the whole time. He noticed what I liked and he had gone out of his way to keep me 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 welcome." 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 something told me he wasn't talking about the book.