We talked until sunrise, about anything and everything.

She told me about how her parents got divorced when she was twelve. She told me about her grandmother who passed when she was thirteen. She told me about her middle-school crush hooking up with her brother. She told me her favourite birthday, when she turned ten and her grandpa bought her a puppy. He was called Mason and he was her was her only friend for four years. Picked on all through high-school because of her short hair and 'alien-eyes', she explained why it was impossible to come out until graduation, and how after she told her mother, she made the decision to get her own place and focus on music. She hadn't been in this town long, but long enough to become friends with all the club owners and anyone with any input in the music industry. She wanted to be a producer. Her cater-wating was enough to pay for her one-bed apartment, but she planned on resigning once the party season hit in the spring.

I listened closely, careful not to interrupt. Reagan was in her own world, telling me things she had never told anybody else. We lay side by side, my arm rested beneath her shoulders, imagining the stars up above. All the galaxies out there, all the extra-terrestrial life that we both happen to believe is out there, and here we are. Small, insignificant beings who fate happened to bring together on two completely random occasions.

I told her about my dad abandoning my mom when I was small. I told her about Bruce and how strange it was to have him in the house, let alone his little devil of a daughter, Lauren. She understood because her mom used to date guys too, but never got remarried. I mentioned Karma, although I didn't dwell too long in order to not kill the mood.

The more I got to know Reagan, the more butterflies I could feel forming in my stomach.

She was amazing. Simply, majestically wonderful.

Smart. Witty. Determined. Articulate. Sexy.

It was nearing six in the morning when the conversation began to wear thin. It wasn't that we had nothing more to say, it was that we didn't need to say anything more. Being in each others company was pure bliss.

Eventually, after a good ten minutes of suffering arm cramps, i decided to attempt to pull myself free. Wriggling about, I just couldn't get my arm to shift. It wasn't so much because it was stuck, but more so because i didn't want to disturb the relaxing beauty. With one last gentle pull of my arm, Reagan rolled over onto her front. But in the wrong direction. Or maybe the right one. She lay, half draped across my body. Our chests were touching and i realised she was sleeping. Her breathing was shallow and she innocently draped her leg over mine. The top of her head nestled into the crest of my neck, her shallow breath bounced off my tingling skin. Her hand gracefully grasped my left shoulder, and she was still.

I was still.

This was pure heaven, a luxury i had never had the delight in experiencing. Never once had I ever fell asleep entwined with someone. She was so beautiful.