"Do not give me that look, love. Else, I won't be able to hold myself back.", Reagan warned. He felt somewhat disappointed when Amelia had asked him to give her time to get to know one another, and he could only hope he wouldn't have to wait too long. Otherwise, Reagan was unsure how much of this torture he could take. He sighed as his hand went around Amelia's head, then pulled her closer to him and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning, love!" Reagan's voice was soft as he got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom without sparing Amelia another glance in order to avoid seeing her face that would urge him to get back and take her. To avoid the voice telling him she would end up enjoying it if he took action even without her consent.
'I need to have a cold shower.' Reagan mu
