“Morgan, will you go with me to the station?” I whisper just loud enough for her to hear.
“Of course baby, of course.” She whispers in my ear. I do not want to push the topic of our relationship, so I just remain quiet. I am enjoying her arms around me, I feel safe again. I have missed her even more than I thought. We walk outside and Morgan yells to Ryan.
“I will drive her there, okay?” Ryan nods his head in agreement and enters his black Impala.
Morgan opens my door for me and I climb inside her Porsche. The inside smells of leather and Morgan’s scent flood me with emotion. I watch as she walks over to the driver’s side, seemingly never taking her eyes off of me, and I wonder if the conversation ahead will in fact address us. Morgan enters on her side and starts the car. She sits ther
