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"Enemies to lovers, huh? That's never been done before." Reagan jokes, and she feels dizzy. Is it the alcohol, the adrenaline, or the fact that Staedtler's hand is on her shoulder?
There's a million ways she expected this day to end. All of them included her dad's demise, but she didn't take into account the possibility of her ending the day with the guy who saw her as nothing but a nepo-baby.
But, Reagan's life is always full of surprises. This is one of the few that she likes.
Staedtler awkwardly laughs in response, shifting away for a second.
"Hah, yeah. As if we would do that." He looks away sheepishly, before looking back. Reagan's not amazing at reading people, but even she could tell that he's trying to gauge her reaction.
"I really want to though." Reagan states, looking him straight in the eyes to let him know that she's being dead serious. See, she can do eye contact just fine, thanks.
Staedtler smiles, before biting his lip and tensing up.
Is he shy?
Reagan didn't really expect in considering he had zero problems voicing whatever complaint is on his mind since the second they met. But it's fine, Reagan can roll with the punches just fine. She needed to de-stress since, like, yesterday anyway. Without thinking too much about it, she grabs his collar before finally leaning in-
"Wait. Ridley."
Reagan stops, because she's not going to kiss a guy who sounds scared shitless.
"What?" Just incase, she starts looking around, turning on her glove. But there's no one around. In confusion, she looks back at Staedtler, who's just staring at her. "What?"
"I'm not a guy." Then, he looks away almost apologetically, like he personally did something wrong to her.
"Oh." Reagan looks him- her up and down. "Really?"
Immediately, she realizes how that sounds. She can't help but cringe at her own words.
Before she could even speak to apologize, Staedtler sees her expression and seems to take it in the worst way possible, because she takes her hand away like she fears that Reagan is disgusted.
"No, stop." Reagan grabs her hand, making her put it back on her waist. "I don't mind."
"Mhm." Staedtler still looks unsure, and Reagan sighs.
"Are you gonna kiss me or what, Staedtler?" Just to be annoying, she starts toying with her tie, before giving it a tug to force her to lean a bit closer. Because of this, Staedtler goes fucking red, before finally gaining her lick back and actually leaning in.
Staedtler is a good kisser. But what's really making this good is the way her hands start to slide down Reagan's back.
There we go.