Tennessee Tipsy - Morgan Wallen

Five

"You awake?" Haley whispers, her head on Morgan's shoulder as his chest rises and falls in a steady pattern, signaling that he's sound asleep. She huffs and jabs him in the side.

"Gaht- what the hell? You okay?" He slurs out, running his hand through his bed head. "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep." She sighs as he reaches over to turn the bedside lamp on, squinting at the bright light.

"It's three in the morning." He whines, rubbing her back over the thin tank top she's wearing. "Somethin' weighin' on your mind?"

She shrugs, tracing shapes on his bare chest. "When are you gonna be back in Nashville?"

"I dunno but you'll be the first to know." She giggles sleepily, the hand rubbing her back starting to lull her to sleep. Morgan smiles to himself, his free hand wrapping around the one against his chest as his girlfriend dozes off, humming softly while she cozies herself up under his arm, her head on his chest.

***

Haley wakes first and decides to surprise Morgan with breakfast in bed. She makes them a cute plate of eggs and bacon with home fries before heading upstairs to his bedroom. "Mornin'." She says in a soft, cheery tone.

Morgan stirs, slowly opening his eyes. "Hey." He smiles, stretching his legs out before he reaches out to grab her hand, pulling her on top of him. "I kinda missed you."

She chuckles and rolls her eyes, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she straddles his hips. She gives him a look when she feels his bulge pressing against the confinement of his boxers. Haley sets the plate off to the side before she leans down and kisses him slowly. He moans softly, reaching up to push her messy hair out of her face, deepening the kiss by tenfold. His hands creep up the thin tank top she's wearing, settling on her breasts as she tugs her top off, leaving her in just a pair of boy short panties.

Soon, Haley's on her back with her ankle hitched up on Morgan's shoulder, the two moaning loudly together.

***

"Are you sure you gotta go?" Morgan asks quietly, crossing his ankles while his legs are out stretched on the bed in front of him, a guitar in his arms.

"Yeah." Haley sighs back, leaning up with her chin propped on her elbow as she lays on her front. "But you better come back and visit me."

"You know it, baby." He winks before his face turns sad. Morgan silently pulls her against him, holding her against his chest. "It sucks you gotta go."

"I know." She clears her throat, nuzzling her cheek against his bare chest, tears threatening to form in her throat before she moves off to the side. They lay a comfortable silence, Morgan's soft guitar playing filling the room.

***

"What's buggin' you, girl?" Caleigh asks the following Wednesday night.

"I just got back from-"

"She spent the week with Morgan." Michael cuts her off, giggling to himself.

"Ooh." Caleigh shoots her a smirk. "How was that?" She waggles her perfect eyebrows at her, a childish grin on her face.

"Really great." Haley blushes, looking down at the counter. "I kinda miss 'em."

"Aw!" Caleigh coos, laughing at her reaction; a playful middle finger. "How long has it been since you've last talked to him?"

"Yesterday maybe?" She shrugs. "Y'know, I've been in relationships before but the way he treated me- I've never felt that before."