(Alexander's POV)
Reagan stirs slightly causing me to open my eyes and look over to the side where my wife was sleeping. Reagan is no longer facing me and all I can see right now is her hair spread out behind her against the pillow. I lean on my elbow looking down at her and carefully slid my arm under her waist. Gently I turn her over so that once again she is facing me, and she snuggles into my chest, letting out a comfortable sigh.
As I continue to lean on my elbow, looking down at Reagan, I think about what she had referred to as our “make-out session." When we had kissed, the feeling was indescribable, it had honestly felt more intimate than s*x. But there was something else more to it than just that, I had just wanted to keep kissing her, no, I had felt something that I hadn't
