The Fourth of July and the Surrounding Events

Chapter 28

The morning after flew by in mere minutes. From the second I woke up til when I eventually let her get up to brush her teeth, and the hour or so in between, was filled with bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Nothing was better than seeing her body wrapped in the cotton sheets we had tangled and untangled over again, laying there as I continued our conversation from the night before. But disregarding all sexual feelings and urges, just the love I felt radiating between us was enough. The smell of her hair, her soft hands brushing against my face, our legs entwined. It was quite possibly the best morning of my life. 

One would think I wouldn't be lucky enough to have zero interruptions, but I did. Not one annoying phone call from my mother telling me I have a shoot and asking "where the hell I am," no knocking on the door from Morgan's mother telling her to wake up, nothing. It was perfect.

"Good morning again," Morgan giggled as she slid back into bed with freshly brushed teeth.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned over and tackled her into a hug. "Again? What? The first time you said it with morning breath doesn't count?" I laughed. Watching her eyes sparkle as she squirmed out of my hug to lightly whack me with a pillow, I could feel my cheeks burning from a smile. 

"Oh shush," she said softly, putting the pillow aside and brushing a piece of hair out of my face. "You kissed that breath. Not me."

And I'd do it again.

Sitting upright abruptly, Morgan turned to face me, "What are you doing today?" she asked, a curious smile on her face. 

"You," I replied with a straight face.

Her cheeks turned bright red as she tried to stammer out a response, "I, uh, what?" 

"Kidding, Blondie," I assured her, "unless that's something you want." 

Watching Morgan's reaction was fun. It was predictable yet somehow it always left me wanting to say more, just so I could watch her struggle over again. I know that totally sounds wrong but it's true. Now that I remember Morgan and our past friendship, I thought I would remember all of her quirks immediately,  but I didn't. Last night I remembered how fun it was to tease her. Obviously, the younger me did it with card tricks and witty wise cracks but teasing nonetheless. 

Nodding, she flopped back down onto her bed and pulled the comforter up and over us. 

"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious now, "Do you have something you need to do?

"No, no, I don't have anything to do. It's summer, so there's no school, and I have no friends in this town," the blonde girl joked. 

Ah, so she wants to hang out. 

"Well, I'd ask if you wanted to hang out, but seeing as I'm a famous model now, I don't think you fit into my schedule today. Maybe try again next week?" I said in a haughty voice, pursing my lips. 

Laughing, Morgan grabbed her pillow whacking me with it again. "Oh ok, sorry to bother you, Ms. Famous Model."

"You should be," I said in the same voice, struggling to keep my composure as Morgan laughed harder. "My job is very serious to me. I love being paid close to nothing and freezing my arse off in the bitter Maine wind."

"Mmm, your arse huh?" Morgan said, poking fun at my word choice. 

"Yes, my arse. Which, by the way, is none of your business."

"Oh really?" she asked with an insinuating tone, an eyebrow raised. "I'm pretty sure it was all of my business last night."

Now, what does she mean by that?

"Care to elaborate?" I asked, my pretend haughty voice dropping a bit.

 "You were like, practically a pillow princess with the way you were just laying there." 

Breaking character, I quickly maneuvered myself till I was over her. Holding my body up with one hand and grabbing her chin with the other, I made her look at me. "Morgan, love, you know that isn't true." 

Averting her eyes, she giggled, clearly thinking my words were funny. "Well I meannn not reallyyy," she said drawing her words out. "You basically bottomed for me the entire night. In fact, you may call me Morgan the Top."

Loosening my grip on her chin I slid my hand down to her neck instead, her eyes changing instantly, a flame replacing the sparkle that permanently resided in her golden-brown eyes. "Sorry, what were you saying?" 

Clearly testing my limits, Morgan repeated herself, "I said, you may call me Morgan the Top."

Lowering myself down to murmur in her ear, "Unless," I said, tightening my fingers around her neck, "you want me to recap what you were calling me, or should I say screaming, last night, I suggest you rethink your next words." 

Feeling her body lose its fierce stubbornness, I watched as she submitted, nodding her head. 

Laying back down next to her, I pulled her against my chest, "I love you," I gently told her, burying my face in her shoulder. 

Her body melted into mine as she whispered the same words to me. 

This is what I was missing in life. Not sex. Not cliche romance. I was missing Morgan. The way she completed me. The Waverly Earp to my Nicole Haught. I didn't want to leave this moment. It was too perfect. Everything was too perfect, and despite how at peace I felt with Morgan in my arms, I couldn't help but be wary of the perfection I was partaking in. I wasn't used to it. I wasn't used to having a normal second, one where I wasn't being berated by my mother or dodging Tyler. But here I was, with this girl in my arms who is completely breathtaking. 

A few more minutes passed before I finally spoke up, "Would you want to go on a date with me?" 

Looking up from my chest, Morgan nodded, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I would love to go on a date with you Alexa." 

a/n: damn. get you a girl who looks at morgan the way alexa does. why does my girlfriend have to live so far?