Page 78 of Under Her

But, now, I have to allow myself to think, If we had gotten along in college, would things have been different? Would we have been together back then? Would we still have been together now?

And, if I’m being honest with myself, I think the answer is yes to all of it.

Being with Morgan is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

It’s like inhaling fresh air after a lifetime of breathing smog.

I don’t know what this means or what I want from her exactly. But I do know what I want at this moment in time, and it’s to be with her.

I just have to hope she feels the same.

I take the washcloth back into the bedroom with me. She’s sitting up against the headboard, the sheet wrapped around her.

Gotta say, I’m not liking seeing her covered up.

Reaching the bottom of the bed, I tug on the sheet, pulling it off her body.

“Much better,” I say.

She smiles.

I climb onto the bed, between her legs, and she parts them for me.

I press the cloth to her pussy, cleaning her.

“You don’t have to do that,” she says quietly.

“I want to.” I dip my head and brush a kiss to her lips. “Don’t go back to your room. Stay with me tonight,” I say.

She stares at me for a long moment, and then her eyes soften. “Okay,” she says. “But we have to be up early to catch our flight.”

I groan and climb off the bed. I toss the washcloth in the bathroom, grab my cell, set the alarm for ridiculous o’clock, and then switch off the lights.

Morgan moves down the bed, lying on her side. I climb on the bed beside her, bringing the sheet up to cover us. I pull her close, putting my arm around her. She rests her head on my chest.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” she says quietly.

“I can.”

“You can?” She lifts her head to look at me in the dark.

“Yeah.” I curl my hand around her cheek, brushing my thumb over her smooth skin. “Babe, the way I wanted you…it was inevitable that you’d succumb to my charm at some point.”

“Ass.” She chuckles, slapping me on the chest.

“Hey, enough with the hitting, Rocky Balboa.”

She bites her lip, her eyes closing. “I’m sorry…that I slapped you earlier.”

“Forget it.”

“No, I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Babe, I’m pretty sure I’ve deserved to be slapped on many occasions in my life. And, anyway, if you hadn’t slapped me, I wouldn’t have known you cared.”

Her eyes open. “Who says I care?”

“I do.”