Four smiles

"You're staring."

"I can't help it," Reagan smiled, "you look like a cute mess when you stuff your face with doughnuts."

"I'm your cute mess," Amy smiled brightly and Reagan kissed her forehead lightly.

"By the way, that's number one."

"number one?" Amy inquired.

"Yeah, you have four different smiles," Reagan brushed a strand of blond hair away from Amy's eyes.

"You counted?" she was surprised that Reagan knew that much about her.

"Well, it's my mission to learn everything about you," She looked at Amy straight in the eyes.

The blond blushed profoundly.

"The first one is when you're genuinely happy - your eyes light up, just like now."

Amy intertwined their hands and Reagan brought it up to her lips to brush a kiss on Amy's knuckles.

"The second one is when you're nervous. You get clumsy and I think it's adorable."

Amy brought her hand up to Reagan's face to caress her cheek and Reagan leaned in to receive the affection.

"The third is when you get something right. You smile from ear-to-ear and you do this ridiculous victory dance." Reagan chuckled.

"Hey!" Amy nudged Reagan's shoulder and she couldn't help but smile.

"The fourth one is a sad smile. It's when you pretend that everything is ok." Reagan disliked that smile, she wanted to do the best that she could to make Amy happy.

Amy didn't say anything and Reagan leaned in to kiss her. It was a slow, languid kiss that made Amy's heart beat uncontrollably.

Reagan broke away from the kiss while Amy kept her eyes closed to digest the feelings that had been awoken inside of her.

"Kissing you is an addiction." Reagan murmured.

"You're like my own personal brand of heroin,"

"Edward Cullen. Really?" Amy opened her eyes and chuckled.

"I couldn't come up with anything original," Reagan joined in.

"Maybe if you kiss me again you'll find inspiration to be original," Amy mused.

"Your wish is my command," Reagan said.