Just when I'm happy that the interrogation is over, they come up with a discomforting conversation.
"Um..." Morgan looks at me, with gleaming eyes, but I blink away.
"I don't think I can explain that," Morgan says.
"The feeling is indescribable," he adds, his voice low and sweet. I look at him, his gaze pinned to mine.
There is an awkward silence, and my mom, "Ahem," breaks the silence.
"You should know, I don't joke with my daughter," Gina warns.
"Mom please," I say, as things seem to get deep.
"Are the feelings sincere?" James asks.
God!! What are they doing? Is not like we are getting married, not like we are dating, we are just being a teenager.
A few seconds after we finish eating, I insist to do the dishes - just to get away from their unnecessary over-protectiveness.
"I'll help," Morgan insists. Why can't he just give me a space to breathe?
We take the dishes to the kitchen.
As I wash, Morgan rinses. I avoid eye contact with him and say nothing.
"Did I do something wrong?" It is wrong for him to ask me that, knowing fully well that he did something wrong.
I give him no reply.
"Hey." he holds my hands. His hands are wet but soft.
"Talk to me, please," he adds.
"I have nothing to say to you." I release my hands.
"Not even 'you look handsome tonight," he says, and I force myself not to smile.
This handsome thing is really getting into his head.
"You didn't say I look pretty either," I say, still washing.
"Well, that's because you ain't giving me the face to say it. If you don't know, I'm afraid of that face."
"It doesn't bite."
"But it bitches out."
I drop the plate, my hands full with lather.
I turn to him.
"Yeah, and right now I'm struggling not to."
"I'm really sorry," he says as he rubs his wet hand on my cheek, but I shrug it away.
"No, you are not," I say.
"Why would you say that?"
"Because you said all those things to Daniel, not caring about how it's going to affect me! I thought I finally have someone who truly understands and care for me," I snap.
"I do," he says.
"Do you really? Cause it's fine if you don't."
"Sam."
"Don't say it! If you don't mean it!" I yell, hitting my hands on top of the sink.
We keep quiet for a few seconds.
"This isn't about Daniel, is it? Is there something else? Is it about Tracy? The kiss?"
The fact that he's right just keeps me shut.
"It was just one kiss, it means nothing," he says, I'm slightly relieved but not fully convinced.
I turn away.
"She likes you, Morgan," I say in a small voice.
"And you don't?" He asks quietly.
"It doesn't matter, she's my best friend and I can't hurt her."
"I don't want to hurt her either, but I can't stop," he says as he comes closer.
"I can't stop, Sam. I can't stop loving you." He sounds sincere, and this somehow chases out the little doubt in me.
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