ChapterTen
Noah
The sound of a phone ringing jars me out of a weirdly deep sleep.For a moment, I'm disoriented—I'm not in my bed and there's a warm weight pinning me down.And then I remember—Morgan.
She came over last night—today?I don't know what time it is.We made out.She let me bare her beautiful body, bit by bit…and promptly panicked.
I feel sick to my stomach—I pushed too fast.Got greedy.Wanted way more than she's ready for, and I should have known it.
Fuck, I'm such an asshole.
The phone trills again somewhere—it's not my cell, and I don't have a landline, even though the ringer is an old-school ring-ring-ringing.
"Mmm."Morgan mumbles sleepily, shifts against me.
Warm skin is smooth and silky against me, under my hands.Her breasts are firm bumps against my chest, crushed between us.Her thigh is a hot curve over my hip and thigh.
A brief silence, and I drift toward sleep again.
RING-RING-RING.RING-RING-RING.RING-RING-RING.Pause.RING-RING-RING.
It's Morgan's phone.
I glance toward the deck—the sky is gray-pink with breaking dawn, which means that's almost certainly Mallory wondering where the hell her mother is.
Shit, shit, shit.
Her phone is on the floor, a few feet away.It was in the back pocket of her jeans, forgotten when I pulled them off.
I can almost reach it, if I stretch.After nearly tumbling off the couch and taking Morgan with me, I manage to snag the edge of her case with my fingernail and drag it to me.Mallory's smiling face is her lock screen.
I gently squeeze Morgan's shoulder."Morgan?"
"Mmmm.Sleepy."
"I know, honey.I'm sorry.It's early.But you should answer this."
"Early?"Confusion.Sleepy disorientation."Hmmm?"A sniff, a snort, nuzzling my chest with her nose, burrowing closer to me.God, that hits like a Mack truck, that adorable little nuzzling to get closer, cozier."FUCK!"
She's upright, off of me, and on her feet in a single panicked bound, naked but for a scarlet thong, which has, when she turns to face me, wedged itself rather firmly upwards, in front.
"Where—what?"I can hear the confusion and fear and disorientation in her voice."Whatthefuck?!"
I roll off the couch and grab my flannel off the floor and slip it over Morgan's shoulders; in a disoriented daze, blinking confusedly, she allows me to help her put her arms into the sleeves and then I button it to the point that her breasts are covered.It hangs just low enough to not quite cover the very lower edge of her plump, round, beautiful ass.
No, no, nope.Stow that shit, jackass.Not the time.
"Noah?"
RING-RING-RING.
I put the phone in front of her face."Hey.You're with me.You—we fell asleep on my couch.Mallory is calling you."
"Mal?"she blinks at me, and then at the phone.Looks outside, around the house, at me again, at the phone again—buzzing and ringing in my hand.
“Fuck me, goddammit.Goddammit."She inhales sharply."I can't believe I did this."
"You need a second?I didn't want to answer for you, but…"
