(Alexander's POV)
I stand at her bedroom doorway, leaning against the doorpost, watching as she slept. Her dark hair is splayed out on the pillow and contrasted against the pure white. She mumbles something in her sleep and turns so that her face is facing the window. Her arm hung over the edge of the bed and part of her foot sticks out from the blanket. I want to get a closer look so I move closer but I stop abruptly when she rubs her hand over her eyes and sits up.
“What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice husky and raspy.
“Well last night I learned that there isn't a lot that I know about you, so I figured that today we could take the opportunity to get to know each other."
Reagan frowns and rubs her nose, “As fun as that sounds," she says, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “
