After about an hour I heard the door unlock and my heart jumped in my chest. I didn’t know what to do. Should I go out to meet her? Should I wait for her to come to me? I just lay sprawled on the bed in a stupor.
I heard Morgan brush her teeth, and eventually she came into the room. There was a rustling of her clothes as she changed. Finally she lay on the bed, wrapping both arms around me, and I turned to look at her. She smiled.
“How was it?” I asked.
“It was fun,” she admitted, and I was relieved to see that she didn’t even seem that drunk. “I can’t wait until you can go with me.”
“You’re so beautiful,” I said. “I trust you, but thinking about other people hitting on you is terrible.”
“Of course you can trust me,” Morgan said. “No one else is like you, so it doesn’t matter if anyon
