“All set.”
I turn around, but I’m still sitting on her chair. “Do you um need any… help?”
“No,” she says smoothly. “I’m flexible.”
Good god, this woman is going to be the death of me.
“I’m going to check out the pool,” I say, keeping my body angled so she can’t see my crotch as I slip into the blessed light-refracting water.
Morgan leans back to sunbathe.
The view really is incredible.
Defined quads, the planes of her stomach, the muscled thickness of her arms, and the soft layer over top that blends into her breasts, her ass. Morgan is not a three-percent-body-fat kind of person, and fuck, she’s hot.
I suppose the waterfall edge of the infinity pool spilling out over the sheer drop at the edge of the roof, affording a panoramic view of the city beyond, shades of cream and pastel pink and orange blending into rolling green hills beyond, is alright too.
There’s a quiet splash behind me, and Morgan wades over, joining me at the infinity edge.
I play with the cascade of water, savoring the cool, smooth flow over my fingers.
“Not afraid of heights?” Morgan asks, mirth in her tone.
“Uh… height-tolerant, more so. You won’t find me leaning over the edge, that’s for sure. I like a chest-high wallbetween me and a twenty-story drop. You?”
“I’m not afraid of anything,” she murmurs, looking out over the city. There’s a significance to those words, and I believe that Morgan means them, but I’m not quite sure they’re true.
“Do you ever get lonely?” I ask before I can think better of it.
“Yes,” she says, with a seriousness and a quiet that surprises me.
“Does it bother you?”
“It didn’t.”
Could what’s between-the-lines speak volumes? But no, there are a million factors in Morgan’s life more important than me. Did she lose a friend? God, are her parents okay?
“Lonely can be… comfortable,” I offer.
“The more moving pieces, the more failure points. But that’s not quite what you were thinking, was it?”
“Yeah, I... But I get what you mean.”
She gives me an odd look.
“What?” I say.
“I’m trying to figure how someone like you would be lonely.”
I’m not entirely sure what ‘like me’ constitutes, but I guess she means friendly. Agreeable. Which is good for making acquaintances. Not so great for making and keeping friends.
I shrug. “Just full of surprises, or something.”
That odd look lingers for a moment, then the mask slides back into place.
She leans against the glass wall, a mischievous glint in her violet gaze. “You really don’t worry it’ll crack?”
“I’m sure it’s over-engineered.”
