Regan scoffs, then laughs, making me more embarrassed at my word vomit, but I rather touch him than Zeke first if I’m allowed a choice.
“Wait, you’re serious?” he asks. I chew my lip, this is so embarrassing, and I sounded so desperate.
“I can’t sleep with you,” Regan states.
“I didn’t ask to sleep with you!” My face heats even more at what he suggested. Yet it makes me wonder if he wants to because why did his mind instantly go there? I meant to touch him, not f**k him!
Regan sits up, leaning on one elbow.
“What are you asking for then?” he questions, looking at me rather confused. Oh, don’t make me say it!
“I…” Sighing, I stop feeling humiliated enough. Since when did I find myself so nervous about speaking?
“Zirah?” Regan snarls; I cover my face with my hands, too embarrassed t
