“I was just thinking.” I bit my lip as I stared at him. “Tomorrow, my hands are going to hurt. What a pain in the ass.”
He nodded as his thumb started to stroke the side of my kneecap. “Yeah. It’ll take a few days until the pain subsides.”
“Great,” I groaned, and sagged. “This is the last thing I need.”
“Take the day off tomorrow. It’s probably best you don’t go into work tomorrow anyway,” he said.
“Morgan, I can’t skip work.”
“When was the last time you had a day off?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Never,” I said. “I’m a workaholic.”
“Well, tomorrow, you’re going to play hooky. With the new threat against you, it’s better not to chance it.” He squeezed my knee, sending tiny shock waves down my legs.
“I don’t want some jerk to stop me. They’ll think they won.”
“Who gives a fuck what they think? If they think they won, they may get sloppy.”
“I don’t like it,” I grumbled, shaking my head.
“Let’s get you down,” he said, placing his hands on my waist.
My eyes fluttered closed. My body reacted to his touch. I wanted more Morgan.
“I can get down,” I said, placing my palms flat against the counter and instantly pulling them back. “Fuck.”
“Woman, can’t you let me help you without trying to do shit for yourself?” He increased the pressure of his fingertips against my sides.
“I’m not used to having someone help me.” I frowned, wondering if I sounded strong or pitiful.
He lifted me in the air, and I tumbled forward, but I didn’t dare use my palms to catch myself. I had a split second where I could’ve reached out and stopped myself, but I didn’t.
His body felt nice against mine.
“Sorry,” I whispered into his chest. I inhaled, getting another whiff of his cologne as his body shook with laughter.
“Go sit down, and I’ll clean up in here,” he said to me as I finally started to find my footing.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I’m totally fucked.
I’d never let anyone get to me the way he did.
I could see us burning out in fantastic fashion.
I wondered if we’d be like a nuclear explosion, destroying everything in our path, including ourselves, or if the slow burn of need I felt would smolder like an ember, eventually extinguishing.
Chapter Fifteen
Chick Flick
Morgan
We sat in silence, our hands grazing each other’s as we reached into the bowl.
A few times I got choked up, but I refused to let her see.
