He pulled me to him and kissed me. “I’m so sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry, Morgan. I’m sorry.”
I could taste the salt of our tears on his lips. Mingled together.
“I love you.” It became his chant. He said it over and over.
“I love you too,” I told him.
It was true.
Love couldn’t solve all of our problems. But it was a good place to start.
Lucas
“You need to get out of bed with your girlfriend and get to the stadium before Jack comes over there personally,” Alan warned.
“I’m not in bed with Morgan,” I lied. Morgan giggled and I shushed her.
“You’re a fucking liar, but I don’t blame you. I’d rather be balls deep in that pretty American girl than be around a bunch of sweaty men, but we have a match this afternoon. You know how the gaf is on game day.”
Morgan was snuggled into my side. I never thought I’d be content to only sleep with one woman. I never thought I’d find myself thinking of her when we weren’t together. Imagining when I’d get to see her again.
I never thought I would let her into every corner of my life.
But I had never had a Morgan Carter in my life before.
“I’ll be there in twenty. Keep your knickers on.” I hung up the phone and pulled Morgan on top of me.
“You need to get showered and dressed,” she reminded me as I started kissing her again.
“What I need is to kiss you some more.”
After our meltdown at Craig’s I had felt a bit like a fool. I had ripped myself open for her, letting her see all of me. I had been terrified she’d turn around and walk away.
I had never been scared to lose a woman before.
Not until Morgan.
But something changed that night.
I told her I loved her.
She told me she loved me.
Now here we were and I couldn’t help myself from being freaked out.
Because love was a ticking time bomb, ready to detonate at any moment and blow your whole world apart. Sometimes I could barely breathe as I waited for it to annihilate me. But god, how I wanted the destruction.
Morgan pinched my side, “Go. Now. Don’t make me get shirty with you.”
“Shirty?”
She flipped her hair out of her face. “Yes shirty. I figured if I’m living in England, I might as well adopt some of the vernacular.”
“Well I don’t want you getting shirty.” I felt light. Happy. It was the most incredible feeling.
“Don’t forget Mum will be there today. I got you tickets in the box beside each other,” I called out from the bathroom.
I could hear her phone ringing. “Good. I’ll have an ally against Marla and her minions,” Morgan shouted from the other side of the door.
