Flower Shops - Morgan Wallen

7

Katie's been getting the cold shoulder from Morgan ever since their first night in Tupelo. She's been spending more time around Riley and less time with Morgan.

It stings.

Is she dating Riley? She might be but it also might just be a tour thing. Y'know, fucking around with someone because they're in close quarters.

Kate sighs as she slides out of her bunk. She doesn't bother with putting her shorts back on because she's the only one up, except for their driver but he keeps the shade closed.

She grabs a probably clean solo cup from the stack on the counter then fills it with tap water from the tiny sink. Kate rubs her eyes as she sits on the couch, balling an abandoned sweatshirt under her head before pulling the Tennessee Titans blanket over herself.

Morgan hears her sneeze from his bunk and pokes his head out, catching a glimpse of the soft light emitting from her phone. She's probably texting Riley. He rolls his eyes at the thought as he gets to his feet, not bothering with a shirt.

"What're you doin' up?" He asks in a low voice, scratching his abdomen.

"Couldn't get comfy." She shrugs back. "Why're you up?"

"You woke me up." He picks her feet up, sits next to her then sets her feet back down on his lap.

"What's been goin' on with you, Morgan? You've been an asshole to me."

He rolls his eyes. "Why does everythin' have to do with you?"

"Because it feels like it's aimed at me! What the hell did I do!?"

"Keep your damn voice down." He hisses back. She scoffs and shakes her head. "It's none of your business."

"Oh, bite me." She spits back, sitting up with her legs crossed. "What the fuck crawled up your ass?"

He clenches his jaw and Kate bites her lip. He's an absolute jerk when he's mad but fuck, he looks so good.

She suddenly grabs the back of his head and kisses him, moving herself so she's straddling his lap. He grips her thighs so tight she's for sure going to have bruises later. She grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls, eliciting a deep moan from his throat.

Morgan wraps an arm around her waist and practically throws her on her back, pinning her against the couch. His hand wraps around her throat as he kisses her, his other borderline forcing itself between her welcoming thighs. She bites his lip and he fucking moans.

Katie shoves him back, landing on top of him, her hand going his throat as she kisses him, just like he did. She smacks his chest before quickly getting to her feet.

"Fuck- woah." She breathes, running her hand over her face and through her hair.

Morgan pants, looking up at her from the couch. He sits up and leans his elbows on his knees. "Are you and Riley together?"

She licks her lips as she looks at him. "It's none of your business." She grabs her phone from the couch then returns to her bunk, her heart assaulting her ribcage

Morgan's hands turn into fists as he sits, biting the insides of his cheeks. He takes a deep breath then pushes a hand through his messy hair. He stands and starts pacing.

Is she actually dating Riley?

Are they fucking around?

Is this a tour thing?

Have they had sex?

Of course they had sex. He was on the other side of the wall in that hotel in Tupelo. He heard everything.