Delving into the possibilities of engaging in a relationship would seem foreign to the careless. Had it been said to the same person from a few months back, she would've thought you were some lunatic trying to dictate her life.

Reagan's life had been nothing less of a normal, consistent routine that consistently of her engrossed herself into her hobbies such as swimming and the little rock band that existed out of her friends. Picking up hobbies had become quite the habit for her, her family existing out of multiple athletes that it influenced her current life, as much as she'd like to deny it.

Outside of that, she was a total enigma to anybody else, representing herself as someone who is emotionally unavailable. It was surprising that someone as amazing as you would find interest in her when she had almost nothing to offer.

Convincing herself that she was not as charming or dazzling like her older sister, Teagan, Reagan was honestly surprised that she was enough for you. All of her.

Reagan closed her eyes as the pen of your eyeliner stroked against the lid of her eyes, your full weight placed on her thighs as she let you paint her face in the theme her bandmate suggested. Which she thought was stupid, but this opportunity to be close to you was.. comforting, to say the least. As she hadn't initiated any form of touch yet in this relationship.

"I find this really unnecessary." Reagan blurted out of a whim. Really, was all of this stuff necessary for a simple rehearsal? The idea was idiotic, and she was very unfamiliar with painting her face in makeup, seeming to prefer her more androgynous look on stage and keeping people guessing.

When all was said and done, the moment was full of little sparks igniting with every feel of your fingers against her skin. Having you so close to her didn't feel so overwhelming. It was soft and simple, and the simplicity of it all could fill her heart with pure bliss.