A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 10

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Morgan's P.O.V:

"UNO!" I slam a card on the pile and press the remaining one against my chest.

Ms Dean slams her deck on the table and groans. With a free hand I grab my wine glass, tipping my head back and drinking deeply.

"That's not fair." She complains with a pout that makes me smile.

I throw my hands up into the air, "Look I can't help that I'm better than you, ok?" I stand just as she grabs her own wine glass from the table.

I gesture to the glass in my hand, "Im gonna go fill this up—,"

Ms Dean clears her throat loudly, "Morgan," She says somewhat calmly, "please... adjust yourself before I see anything more."

When she sees my look of confusion she gestures to her chest and I bite my lip, reading her eyes.

Yet I stare at the fact that she was still staring at me.

"Why are you still looking then?" At my words she immediately shifts her gaze to the floor, placing the glass beside her.

I smirk and turn on my heel- ignoring what she'd said- listening to her mumble as she walks up behind me.

"Why are you following me?" I ask over my shoulder.

"I need a refill."

She reaches a hand towards the fridge door once we reach the kitchen, and I lean against the counter island with a sigh.

I watch her intently as she rummages through the fridge, a free hand casually resting on the low of her back.

"So what's your first name Ms Dean?" The fridge door shuts and liquid sloshes in a bottle being placed on the table.

She remains silent, turning to observe me, running her eyes all over my face.

Then she walks over to wear I stood, stopping once our faces were mere inches apart.

My breathing hitches as her eyes drift downwards.

Her hand brushes my chest as she grabs my robe, "Alyssa." She murmurs, rubbing the material between her fingers.

I flinch against the feeling it surfaced.

"My name is," She pulls the robe gently until it covered the black lace over my breast, "Alyssa," a breathy sigh, "Alyssa Dean."

She pats my chest twice before looking back up at me, biting her lip.

The sight eased a low, almost inaudible groan from my throat, but from the way her eyes widened it was clear she'd heard.

Cautiously, I raise a shaking hand, watching as she stiffens, and brush a stray hair behind her ear.

My knuckles brush her cheek and she whimpers, the hand she still had laid across my chest gripping the material tighter.

She looks up at me slowly.

Her face was warm and blushed a deep red as she whispered, "I think you should go."

I swallow, pulling back my hand and nodding.

"Yes, you're right." We stand in silence for a few moments before she steps back, allowing me to move from the counter.

It took a while to be able to move my feet, to move away from her.

"Thanks for the game of uno," I say quietly, "even if you don't put up much of a competition." I catch a smile before she rubs her neck.

"Alyssa Dean." I finish with a playful grin.

"Out now." She insists, the same grin plastered on her face before she spins me around and walks me to the door.

"Ok, ok!" I reach the door and open it, all the while being ushered out by Alyssa.

She releases me and I stand facing her from outside the doorway. The breeze whips my hair and I watch as Ms Deans fingers' grip the door handle.

"So does this mean I can call you Alyssa instead of Ms Dean?" I push, and she purses her lips in response.

"Absolutely not." The door shuts in my face and I turn to walk back home, a smile playing on my lips.

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