*~*Sereia's POV*~*
Reagan pulled me against his chest, holding me tightly, as he sprinted faster than I would have thought possible. He was down the hall and at the bedroom door before I even processed what was happening. I only understood it when he threw me onto the bed and climbed quickly up after me. The sheer excitement and need in his eyes was burning my flesh with just him looking at me.
I wasn't the least bit scared. Instead, as he came to hover over me, I pulled at his shirt, bringing him down to my lips for another of those mind scrambling, brain melting, skin scorching kisses.
We kissed frantically and hungrily, tearing at each other's clothes as we tried desperately to get at the prizes that waited beneath the wrapping. This was our anniversary, right? Only the first month anniversary, but it was still a mutual celebration. And that meant that we both wanted to reveal the gifts and prizes that fate had in store for us.