FIFTY-SEVEN.

REGAN'S POV.

After I had returned from escorting Iris to the party, I stupidly let Max talk me into having our bedroom transformed into a "romantic set up" like he put it.

He claimed it was now or never. That this was the right time to make a move, an advance towards Iris sexually. As embarrassing as it was, I had to admit to the idiot that I hadn't found an opportunity to lay with my wife yet and of course he didn't waste time on planning my sexual adventure.

I might have blurted out how difficult I am finding it to keep my hands to myself these days as well. It's been pure torture watching her all day, sleeping beside her and not touching her in places I'm sure no one has.

I didn't know how she was going to react to this and it made me nervous as hell. I have never done anything like this and honestly, never thought I would. But I liked the fact that I was doing things differently this time, I was behaving like a normal husband would.