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“You don’t have to. I know you as well as I know myself.”
He nods and kisses my temple. “But he messaged because of you, not me. Because you’re important to Rhett.”
“Wow…you didn’t even burst into flames when you said that.”
He tugs at his shirt. “I’m feeling a little hot under the collar. Maybe it will still happen.” We laugh together, Morgan’s hold on me tightening. “I’m serious, Dust. He cares about you. We’re fucked up.”
How many times has he said that to me? I hate that he feels it’s true. “You’re traumatized. There’s a difference. And I know he does. Just like I know you love me.”
We kiss, and then I can’t help but drop to my knees and blow him. He’s sexy and mine and he talked to Rhett for me.
Once I swallow his salty load, we get back to work. And while I feel higher than I ever have, I can’t seem to shake the dull ache of melancholy. Moving is a huge deal. I’ll get over it and settle in, but I didn’t expect it to linger in everything I do.
We stay at the shop for a few more hours before heading home. We’re making a roast and potatoes for dinner, so we shower and then get it started right away.
Morgan moves around me in the kitchen, the two of us bumping into each other, handing over a spoon or some salt. Being with him like this helps to hide the sadness, makes it less noticeable.
I have Morgan now, and there’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than him.
When it’s almost time for my parents to arrive, Morgan leans against the counter and pulls me close. He cups my face, then slides his hand to rest on my nape, fingers threading through the hair at the back of my head. “Are you nervous?”
“A little bit. I know they’ll be upset—not as in angry. They’ll just miss me.”
Morgan drops his forehead to mine, his breath whispering across my lips. “We can figure something out…long distance or—”
“No. I want to be with you. I just fucking got you. I’m not going to have us separated now.”
He sighs, a heaviness to it that worries me. “Thank you. For loving me the way you do.”
In response, I press my lips to his, then seek entrance with my tongue. Morgan gives it to me, my hands moving to his hips, holding him tightly enough that I could leave bruises behind. I don’t ever want to let him go.
Morgan’s tongue dances with mine, but we don’t get to play nearly as much as I’d like because there’s a knock at the door.
“Cockblocked by my parents,” I tease, earning a chuckle from Morgan.
He adjusts his erection, and I do the same before heading to the door. Morgan grabs my wrist before I can go far. “I love you, Dusty.”
“I know.” I wink, he lets go, and I let my parents in.
Mom playfully pushes right past me. “I see you all the time. I want to see Morgan.”
They meet each other halfway, arms around each other. He closes his eyes, hugging her tightly, burying his face in her hair.
“I missed you so much, you silly boy. I can’t believe you haven’t come to visit,” Mom tells him.
“I know. I’m sorry. I messed up. It won’t happen again. I know how lucky I am to have your family.” He nuzzles her again, the way someone would do to their own mother, and while I’m sure Allison is in the back of his head, it’s also because he’s always loved my mom so much.
“It’s in the past. You’re home now, and that’s what matters.” She leans back. “Look at you! So handsome. Isn’t he handsome, Dusty?”
“So hot,” I tease. My dad chuckles, then makes his way over to Morgan too.
“Good to see you again, son.” Dad hugs him next.
“You too.”
“I’m not going to call you handsome, though,” Dad jokes, the four of us getting a good laugh out of it. They’re so fucking great. I know how much I lucked out in the parents department. All I have to do is look at Morgan to know how bad it can be.
“It smells good in here,” Mom says.
