Libby POV
Soaking in the tub and thinking over everything that has happened, I have made a decision. He stopped me earlier, but will he stop me again? Draining the water and drying off, I dress quickly, smiling to myself. Morgan is all I can think about; even after being subjected to my mother, I’m still only thinking of him. His sweet and comforting words have me smiling.
I want him more than I have ever wanted anything. I want to be with him, and I want to be his and him to be mine. I am sure of that; he wasn't bothered by anything I had to tell him. His face never changed from the looks of sad but sweet caring. He always looks at me like I'm the most precious thing to him, and I selfishly want more of that. He has become more important to me than anything. I need him like I need air
