Good Night Sweetheart

Man Up

"So, are you going to just sit there pouting or go see her?" Megan's sharp words and arms crossed give me the impression that she would drag me there herself if she had to.

"I'm going to go." I sigh, feeling drained and scolded.

"Good, go shower then. We'll wait for you." She looks pretty satisfied with herself getting comfortable in the chair as Matt gapes at her. "What? I'm not letting him go alone, and he definitely needs a shower, so we'll all go." She shrugs, unconcerned by the look Matt is giving her.

I'm not in the mood to argue with anyone, and I'm more than capable of seeing her alone. Convincing the clearly stubborn Megan might be a challenge. As I pry myself from my place on the sofa, Matt can't resist glaring at me like I'm still the monster under his bed.

Somehow through the pain and nausea, I managed to get showered and changed. I can still hear Meagan and Matt in the other room. I had hoped he would talk her into leaving, but Megan didn't budge.

"You know I'm capable of going and seeing her on my own." I interrupt their whispered argument coming back into the room. They must know I can hear them even whispering, right? They may as well be yelling.

"See told you we don't need to go." Matt triumphally smiles, only to be glared at by Megan.

"I'm not letting him go see her alone." She firmly announces. "What if he just upsets her?"

"I'm not going to do anything to upset her if I can avoid it, but really I don’t need you there. This is all strange enough, and I'm guessing you didn't give her the same explanation of things you gave me, did you?" I raise a brow waiting for one of them to answer.

"Well, no, we thought it would be better coming from you, or at least with you there. We had to explain about Matt being a wolf and all, but "Megan stops talking and turns a little red. "It's not really our conversation to have with her."

"Then why are you so hell-bent on going?" I blurt out annoyed and frustrated.

"Because I love her like a sister and don’t want her to get hurt. She's been hurt enough, and I don’t want you to be another thing she has to heal from." Megan's sharp tongue bites back.

I take a moment to collect my thoughts again closing my eyes and rubbing my face.

"I know, as far as you are concerned, I'm a monster and not anyone to trust; all I can do is leave any decision up to her. That's the best I can do. I didn't ask for this, and honestly, I never wanted to drag anyone into my mess of a life, either. I wanted to help people and make up for what I was made to be. But now, I don't know what I want other than her, and I'll do anything she wants from me, even if she wants nothing to do with me. Matt, how does she reject me if that's what she wants to do?" I lay it all out the best way I can, hoping it's enough, and when I look back up, Megan almost looks sad for me, but Matt is more than happy to take her arm and pull her close to him.

"It's the same as with wolves, really, she just has to say it, and you have to accept it." Matt looks at me funny from the corner of his eye, "He'll be fine. Just let him go. We can check on her later." He hisses low in her ear, brushing the hair from her face.

"You know I can hear you," I mutter, finding my shoes and keys.

"Fine, but I want your phone number. Her phone is off, and so is her internet, so I can't call her." Megan demands, but she's kinder than before.

"I'll fix that too," I remark, not thinking. She gives me a puzzled look, unsure what I could mean.

"I've been alive a very long time. You don't think I'm broke, do you?" I glance at her as I head to the door. She starts to say something, but Matt stops her, and she closes her mouth as I hold the door open for them.

"You'll be able to call her later," I assure her as she walks past me.

Once they are in their truck and I'm in my car, I watch them leave, breathing a sigh of relief. Now to face Libby again. I think taking on Megan and Matt might be easier than the conversation I have to have next with Libby.

***

Sitting outside her apartment, trying to find the courage to see her knowing I'm the reason she's ill. I should have done more to convince her to come with me, but I couldn't do that by taking away her freedom the way mine was stolen from me. Also, the thought of her rejection of me all together scares me.

I gather myself as I walk to her door knocking lightly on it. I can hear her moving on the other side of the door. When she opens it a little to peek out, I want to pull her into my arms; her wild hair is wet and piled up in a bun on her head. She smells like she just got out of the shower, and my blood pounds in my ears.

She looks flustered momentarily, and the door opens more, letting me see all of her. Standing there in sleep shorts and a loose-fitting tee, her creamy soft skin. Every inch of me feels alive, and I want her closer to me. The part of me that craves her, threatening to make me act on instinct.

"I'm sorry I couldn't call you. I have been sick." She trails off, unsure what to say, and she could say anything, the sound of her voice holding me hostage and entranced by her.

"Can I come in? We should talk." I murmur low and darker than I mean for it to sound. She pails then blushes before nodding and letting me in.

Get control of yourself, Morgan. I scold myself stepping through the door. She moves to the side, and I close the door. Now she's trapped here with me. How much do I trust myself right now, alone with her? For once, I understand all the junkies I treated. She’s a d**g to me, and I would do anything for a taste of her.