CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Nervous? Maybe a little.
My thoughts a mess? Check.
Worried? Double check.
I was in no way nervous about my parents coming over but I was definitely worried about Reagan. What message could I have possible sent when I almost kissed him? Well, he may have made the first move but I had an opportunity to resist and I didn’t. Now, only the thought of what could have possibly happened haunted me. What would his lips taste like? Unconsciously I touched my lips.
“What are you think about?” I looked up from the dressing mirror, meeting Ryan’s gaze.
He was leaning by the door of the bedroom, hands crossed over his fit chest with a smirk lingering over his lips.
“Just thinking about what I’m going to wear for dinner tonight. I’m pretty sure my parents
