 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Christopher really should not flatter himself: Reagan was quite feisty with everyone else. But she could actually be this way with him, even if it was not something yet recognised by her. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had irked her tremendously at Koen’s wedding. The fact that they could get along… well, Rea honestly liked it when they were on proper speaking terms. That was possibly going to change if it was ever known that she was now crushing on him.
“Even them,’’ the little lady replied, sticking her nose in the air in mock haughtiness but laughing a second later. What was unknown to her was his trust in her, and what was unknown to him was that she felt very safe in his presence. Then there was more laughter when he bowed. Oh, goodness? HOW could she NOT be attracted to him? He was plainly everything she had been looking for. “Remember me in thirty to forty years then!” There would be no need for her to tell him about the painful stab that went through her heart when she thought about him living his life when they possibly won’t see each other much, if at all. Life always got busy, after all.
“I got it, I got it!’’ Hello, she was Miss Independent, Christopher! She ignored the protest about her paying for everything. Silly, silly giant. This wasn’t your idea, it was hers! Anyway, it turned out that she DID need his help. “Can you grab some regular parchment and some of that light green ones? Please. Thanks.” Rea smiled sweetly. “You can carry those for me.” |