"You good?"Morgan asks.
I nod."Yup.Just…nothing.I'm good."
"Thinking about the call, earlier?"she surmises.
I huff."Am I that obvious?"I shoot her an apologetic look."Sorry, Morgan.I don't mean to be…I dunno…creepy or whatever."
I'm driving with my left hand on the wheel, my right resting on the console between us; she covers my hand with hers."It's alright, Noah.We're both adults.And we said no games, right?"
I nod, meet her eyes briefly as I turn into the trailhead parking lot."No games."
"The no-games version, then, is that when you look at me like that, I feel…" she swallows hard."Like a woman again.I…I mean, obviously, I'm a woman.I meant—"
"I know what you meant," I cut in."A woman who is the object of desire."
She nods, licking her lips."Yeah—yeah.That."
"Because you are that," I say."Youaredesired."
She ducks her head."It feels nice."
"Nice?"
She gives me a lopsided grin."Yeah.Nice.You need a more descriptive word?"
"Yes, I do, in fact."
"Thrilling.Delightful.Confusing.Scary.Arousing."She looks at me."You need more?"
I shake my head."Nah, I think that covers it."
She pats my hand as I unbuckle and shut off the motor."Well, alright then.Let's hike."
