“Morgan,” I whispered her name over and over again. I felt tears burn behind closed eyelids. She had come back to me.
I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her deeply. Her tongue entered my mouth and I almost died from the relief of it.
“I love you so much,” I sobbed, breaking apart.
My fingers burrowed into thick, stiff hair. It felt as though she had put on a liter of product.
Wait a minute.
Morgan never used product.
I opened my eyes.
“Bloody hell, Marla! What are you doing?” I shouted, shoving Craig’s wife off me. She scrambled off the bed, not wearing a stitch of clothing.
“You seemed so happy to see me, Luke.” She licked her lips and smiled at me.
“How did you get in here?” I demanded, pulling a shirt on. The closest was the one covered in dry vomit. At that point I didn’t care.
“There’s a houseful of people, Luke. Looks like you’re having a party. And you didn’t invite me, naughty boy,” she scolded, her hand on her hip.
“Where’s Craig?
Marla flipped her hair over her shoulder and made a face. “Not here, of course. It’s just you and me, Lucas.” She crawled back on the bed.
“Put some clothes on, Marla,” I said tiredly. I was too drunk for this shit.
She ran her red tipped fingers up my chest. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Everyone’s worried about you, baby.”
I grabbed a hold of her wrist and shoved her away. “Go, now.”
Marla propped head up with her hand and lounged on her side next to me. “I heard Morgan left and isn’t coming back. That’s a shame.”
“Is it?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Well, not for me,” she grinned.
“How many times are we going to have this conversation, Marla? It’s getting tired.”
“You’re hurting. I can tell. Let me help you.” She straddled me, leaning down to kiss my chin.
I gripped her by her upper arms. “Stop it,” I ordered. The room tipped. I felt sick to my stomach.
I was having a hard time moving.
“Everything is messed up, isn’t it? Look at you. You’re wankered. Going out all the time. Trying to drink your pain away. Is it helping, Lucas?” She kissed my mouth. “I know it’s not. So let me help you, baby. Because I’ll always be here. I’m not going anywhere. Morgan left you. I won’t. I promise.”
Morgan left.
She was gone.
Far away.
I closed my eyes, wishing she’d go.
“Let me make you feel better,” Marla pleaded, lifting my shirt over my head. “Let me, Lucas. Please.”
Then she was kissing me. And I was letting her.
