17
Patrick
“Well, you see me now,” Morgan said. She looked up at me through sultry hooded eyes that said all the dirty thoughts I’d once had could come to fruition.
Here I’d been all this time, trying not to look at her. Trying to avoid seeing her as anything more than Austin’s little sister. It turned out that I’d missed all the signs by burying my head in the sand.
“I see you. All of you,” I said. I tugged her closer and drew her lips to mine. “I see you and feel you and want you.”
“Mmm,” she agreed.
“I want all of you.”
“You already have all of me,” she whispered.
And I could feel that truth in her statement in every kiss and every touch and every breath. Morgan Wright was mine.
“I have most of you,” I said, working my way down the buttons on the front of her peacoat.
“Just mo
