I hesitate."I hope I didn't overstep, Morgan.You're her mom.I'm just your…wait…AmI your boyfriend?"
"No, you didn't overstep."She snuffles a laugh against my cheek."And I hope you're my boyfriend, yes.Do you want to be?"
"Do fish shit in rivers?"
She splutters."Nice, Noah."
"I'm kidding.Yes, I want to be with you.I want to be more than just your boyfriend.I want to wake up next to you.I want to give Mal hockey lessons.Maybe you can teach me to figure skate."
"Okay, Doug Dorsey."
I grunt in confusion."Who?"
"The Cutting Edge?"she says, expectant."DB Sweeney and Moira Kelly?"
I shrug."Not ringing any bells.Sorry."
"Well, that's a mortal sin," she says."It's a classic.Hockey player meets figure skater.We'll have to watch it once you've gotten some rest."
"Sounds good.Right now, though, I just want to sleep."
Morgan nuzzles up to me."Sleep, then.I'm not going anywhere."
I drift toward sleep."I'm really, really glad we collided that day on the ice."
"Me too, Noah."She noses my jaw."I love you, you know.So much.More than should be possible, considering we've only known each other a few months."
"I've never really believed that love is a function of time.I knew I was in love with Taylor from the moment I saw her.It only grew from there."
"Love isn't a function of time," Morgan echoes."Huh."She traces my temple."All this silverdoescome with wisdom after all, huh?"
"Rude."I crack my eyes open as much as I can and find hers."About thatothermedicine…"
She buries her face in my throat, shaking with laughter."Sleep first.Shenanigans later."
"Fine.But I'm not going to forget I was promised shenanigans.I'm notthatconcussed."
Her voice is soft, breathy, erotic."Neither will I, I promise."
I growl."You can't use that voice on me when I'm incapacitated, woman."
"No?"she breathes."Does it…dosomething to you?"
"Morgan," I scold, struggling to keep my voice stern."It hurts to move, or I'd be inside you already.Stop teasing me."
"Who's teasing?You won't have to move at all."Her hand slides back under the blankets."All you have to do is lie there and let me make you feel all better."
"You make me feel all better just like this," I whisper."You don't have to do anything else."
"Haveto?"she says."No.Getto?Yes."Her hand curls around me."Now hush and let me have my way with you."
"Yes, ma'am," I say, groaning."If that's an order."
"It is."
"Then far be it from me to disobey an order."
"Good boy," she breathes, drifting down my body, hair trailing over my skin.
