Reagan's POV
Tonight had an unsettling energy that I couldn't shake.
Allyson barely acknowledged my presence during dinner. Her gaze remained distant, her smiles mechanical and hollow. It was as if I had become invisible to her, a ghost haunting the edges of her world.
The worst part was how she completely shut me down after I mentioned her virginity in front of everyone.
Damn it. That was such a stupid mistake.
I should have protected what we shared in private. Those intimate moments belonged to us alone, not as ammunition for some desperate public declaration. But I had been so desperate to remind her of our connection that I violated something sacred between us.
The instant those words escaped my lips, I knew I had crossed a line.
Now she looked at me like my touch repulsed her, like I was some unwelcome stranger forcing my way into a space where I no longer belonged.
