“Yeah, tell me about it,” he replied, his voice sounding off somehow.
Turning, I looked at him properly. His lips were turned downwards, and his shoulders had a slight sag to them. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he replied, but I could tell from the dull look in his eyes that he wasn’t. He leaned on the bars and picked at the label on his bottle.
“What have you been up to today?” I asked, taking another sip of my drink.
“Not much, Brooke has taken Charlie away, so I don’t get to see him tonight.” He shrugged.
“She ripped into you again, huh?”
“I’m used to it now. I’m okay.” He offered up a sad smile.
“Come with me for a moment?” I asked, holding out my hand.
He looked from me to my outstretched hand, nodded, and took it. I led him to my office and settled him on the sofa before making us both drinks, before sitting beside him.
“You’re not okay Morgan, tell me what’s wrong.” I kicked off my shoes and tucked my legs up underneath me.
He shook his head. “Nothing, I’m good.” He downed the drink I made him.
“Hey,” I said gently and placed my hand on his thigh, “you can tell me anything.” I met his gaze.
“It’s Brooke… I’m not good enough, again.” He went on and I let him rant about his feelings. “It gets me down. Nothing I ever do is good enough for her. I help as much as I can with Charlie;money, food, clothes, asking to have him as much as possible. But it’s never enough.” He huffed, folding his arms over his chest, and clenching his jaw.
“I’ve said it before, she’s a twat. Try to ignore her. You’re so much better than her; kind, sweet, caring. You’re …” I trailed off. He was the perfect guy.
“I don’t know…I?—”
Before he could put himself down any further, I interrupted, “Believe me, Morgan, when I say you are the perfect guy. To repeat myself, the perfect girl is out there for you, okay?”
“What if I’ve already found her? She is perfect and I know she’s the one for me. I want to grab her and take her, but she’s been hurt and is scared to give me a chance.” He reached out and stroked my arm. I met his gaze and got lost in his eyes. “Just let me in, please Andie.” He brushed his lips across mine, it felt good, it felt right, but I was scared to open up again.
I leant into him and laid my forehead against his. “I want to, Morgan, I do. I just… can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m scared,” I finally admitted to him.
“I know, Andie, but I would never hurt you.” The honesty in his voice formed a lump in my throat.
It was hard; I wanted him so badly, but at the same time was terrified of what it could mean to us both. I got up off the sofa and stalked towards the door. Being that close to him made my mind foggy.
“Just give me a moment.” I ducked through the door and into the hallway. Leaning back against the opposite wall, I closed my eyes and took in a few deep breaths.
“Hey.” He looked at me from across the corridor.
“Ready to go back?” I asked, hoping that he would agree, and I could clear my head.
I stepped forward just as he took a step towards me. He took another and positioned me back against the wall, leaning down to talk in my ear whilst his hand lay lightly on my hip.
“I don’t want to go back yet.” He placed a soft kiss on my neck causing shivers up my spine. “I want you so fucking bad, Andie. I can’t think of anything else.” A hard suck to my collar bone nearly turned my legs to jelly. “I fucked myself last night thinking of you. The way you sucked my neck on the dancefloor almost had me coming there and then, but I’m saving that until I’m balls deep inside you.”
My hands were holding tightly to the back of his t-shirt, scrunching up the fabric. Fuck me with the dirty mouth again. My mouth was dry, and I swallowed hard.Just friends. Just friends. Just friends.I repeated the mantra in my head.
“Morgan, we can’t.” I pressed lightly on his chest, but without much conviction.
His hand was pressed on the wall at the side of my head, whilst the other travelled up from my hip to my breast. His thumb brushed across my nipple through the thin fabric of my clothes.
“Just give me a chance.” He squeezed my breast harder, and his other hand travelled under my dress between my legs and began rubbing my panties. I looked into his eyes and saw a desire there that mirrored my own. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” He ran a finger down the inside of my panties, just brushing the edge of my pussy.
My core clenched, liquid heat dampening my panties. “Fuck, Morgan, don’t stop.” My legs involuntarily opened wider.
