Her face flushes beet red. “Well! I thought you were ignoring me, and, um...”
I smile warmly, though, and tenderly kiss the back of her shoulder. “You can be clingy. I like that about you.”
I’m a dead man. Should not have said that. I gotta let this woman go. I’m being fucking selfish.
“You don’t mind?” She exhales a long breath. “I’m usually not the clingy one.”
Before I can reply, she starts reading every thread. I lean back and let her. I have nothing to hide. Besides, I like looking at her. Holding her. But I haven’t had enough time to let it sink in:
I fucked Morgan Leigh Montgomery.
Unbelievable.
Somehow, I got her in bed. I sunk into her tight pussy like a dream come true. Nothing was what I envisioned the countless times I’ve stroked myself thinking of her.
Just being inside of her was-
Fuck, I can’t believe I almost said I loved her.
My stomach knots, sudden and painful. I wince and grind my molars.
I don’t love her. No fucking way in hell.
Never.
“Where are all the girls?” she asks abruptly.
I chuckle. “I don’t think I have time for you, let alone other women.”
She nearly squeals and bounces on my lap.
Please, stop being cute.
Besides, how can she be this excited when I’m a mess of conflicting emotions. She has to be battling the same shit.
Or she’s in la-la land.
Then she dives into my social apps and checks my DMs. While she scrolls, I recap what happened yesterday, every unfortunate detail.
She gawks at me. “Oh my goodness! You don’t have a car, either? And who is Julie? Did you date her?”
Just then-
Bailey comes in, not bothering to knock. Her face is cold and her red hair wild. “What are you doing here, Morgan? You aren’t supposed to see him.”
“How did you find me?” Morgan asks.
She crosses her arms and sighs, as if it is obvious.
“Your bodyguard said you disappeared out a bathroom window. Your father is enraged.”
Immediately, Morgan hugs me, then groans and forces herself off my lap. She prays under her breath with an impish smile.
“Oh, Lord, you amazing God. I know better than to question your ways. Jack is good. Forgive me. Forgive me!”
It’s endearing, but the prayer doesn’t sit well. I don’t like the idea of her seeing me as some kind of spiritual gift. I’m just a guy who got to fuck her.
Then, she hands me my phone.
