The moment that Taylor told me about Reagan’s purpose of seeing me, I immediately went downstairs to finally meet with him.
I was thinking that Reagan would be furious about my behavior from the other night when I left him for no apparent reason at the Alforque’s party. However, I felt totally surprised to see that Reagan actually hugged me the moment that he saw me coming down the stairs.
He wrapped his arms around me, and it instantly caught me by surprise. I suppose that I indeed made Reagan worried about me for him to actually feel this way. I can feel the sincerity of his concern over the warmth of his body around me.
At the same time, it makes me feel guilty as well. I feel bad that I had deceived a good person like him for a short moment of pleasure with that devious Dmitri. Had I known he’s a dumbass flirt, I wouldn’t even have made intimate contact with him at all.
The mere thought of me coming back inside my head is making me feel annoyed already. I had to shake the memory
