Reagan and I shared eye contact for a while, both of us unsure of what to say as we simply stared at one another. Did I really just kiss him? What had suddenly come over me? I mentally chastised myself.
He wore a seductive look on his face, a confident grin I wanted to slap off. I could tell he was happy, clearly pleased by what had just happened. I inhaled deeply, gathering myself as I rose to my feet. "We can't be here much longer," I said, looking at him.
"We don't have much of a choice," he replied, readjusting his sitting position and folding his arms, his focus remaining on me. I looked away and walked back to where I had been sitting before, making sure to keep a good distance from Reagan.
