A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 18

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Morgan's P.O.V:

Standing before Alyssa's dresser I think over what I'd just heard.

Perhaps it was a trick of my own mind, or perhaps I wasn't hearing correctly, but if I was...

I smile to myself as I pull open her dresser.

She was moaning my name.

My stomach flips, and had been flipping ever since I'd heard it.

I wasn't entirely certain why it makes me feel this way, but it does and I have no idea what to do about it.

But the giddy feeling was also accompanied by confusion: why was I feeling this for Alyssa when I have a girlfriend?

I pull open a drawer and find it to be filled with underwear.

Blushing, I pick up a lace pink thong and hold it out before me.

"Nice panties." I call out to her.

A second later a gasp and then, "I told you the second drawer!"

I apologise with a smirk, but place them back in the drawer, shutting it.

Squatting down on my heels I pull open the second drawer, indeed finding clothes I could wear.

I lift up piles in search, until I find it: an oversized black T-shirt.

I drop the towel and stand, feeling the cool air whip against my skin while I try to pull the top over my head.

From somewhere behind me I hear another gasp, this one expressing shock far more intense than the other.

I swivel my head back— which was barely just peeking out of the head hole— and smirk.

Ms Dean stood in the doorway completely and utterly awestruck as she looked at my back, though it was clear she wasn't looking at my back, to say the least.

"Again, Ms Dean? That's twice in the span of 5 minutes I've caught you staring at my ass." I turn my head back round to hide my grin as I pull the top on fully.

"Sorry, I..." She trails off and I flatten out the front of the shirt, turning around.

"I didn't mean to walk in here I just..." She bites her lip and I bend over to pick up the towel.

"Yes, yes," I begin drying my hair, "you just so happened to stumble upon the room you knew I was changing in."

She opens her mouth— probably to deny— but I cut her off, "Yes, an honest mistake indeed."

I begin to walk toward the door where she stood and she seems to shrink in embarrassment as I near.

Now standing beside her I turn my head towards her, "Don't worry," I whisper, my mouth barely grazing her ear, "I won't tell anyone."

Then I move past, walking into the bathroom to hang the towel back up.

Just as I finish, I feel hands on either side of my shoulders, spinning me around.

To my surprise Alyssa stood there, hands still on me as she murmurs, "I'm going to regret this."

And then, her.

Lips softer than any other press against my own, the grip on my shoulders intensifying as i'm pulled into warmth.

But then I find myself being gently shoved against the wall, my back flat as she pushes herself into me.

My heart rate spikes and suddenly my arms are around her neck and my hands are in her hair.

It was smoother than it looked, silky even, I observe, as my fingers run through it.

I gently nip at her lips which earns me a quiet moan in response— identical to the one Id heard earlier— and her lips part for me.

I take that silent offering, my tongue sliding into her mouth smoothly.

More, more, more, was what she seemed to say, her hands moving from my shoulders to my face and to my neck, touching and feeling over and over.

Our tongues moved swiftly, the kiss deepening while quiet, almost inaudible groans escaped whenever our lips parted.

My thoughts were foggy from the lust roaring through me, and it only worsened as I feel Alyssa's hands on my body.

They travel down to my hips and the haze begins to clear as though I was finally realizing what was happening.

Holy shit.

I gently push her back, both of us breathing heavily.

Her eyes were glazed, with lips swollen from the kiss— I could only assume I looked the same.

Scanning her face I try to form a sentence, "Alyssa..." I couldn't focus. No, not while she was looking at me like that.

"Yes?" She whispers absently, her thoughts clearly as clouded as mine.

I feel a little dizzy as I continue, "I... I have a girlfriend."

She stills, then takes a quick step back, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know—,"

I interrupt her, my voice quiet, "No, it's not your fault."

She shakes her head, "It is, I kissed you and—,"

I cut her off, again, "Yes and I kissed you back." I stammer on those last few words, so many emotions surging through me.

Silence follows as we look at eachother, the room still slightly steamy from the shower— and the kiss.

She looks so, so beautiful and I hate myself for thinking it.

"So." She says, not exactly a question.

"Where is your girlfriend?" She asks when I don't respond.

Faltering I reply, "I don't know."

She frowns, turning serious, "You don't know where she is?"

I nod.

"Isn't that a little weird?"

I nod, slower this time.

She inclines her head and I sigh.

"She's been disappearing and not giving any information on her whereabouts," Alyssa gapes, "for a while now."

Now that it was out of my mouth, I realise that it was weird. But not as weird as what was going on between Alyssa and I.

"You don't find that a little... suspicious?" She says carefully, as though not wanting to outright say what she was thinking.

I knew what she meant anyways.
"She's not cheating on me." I say quietly, but she doesn't seem convinced.

"I'm not saying she is, It's just..." She chews on her lip, "It doesn't matter."

Waving it off I ask, "So are you going to tell me what just happened?"

She immediately begins blushing, "No."

"So we're just going to ignore it then?"

She pauses, before nodding slowly, "Yes."

I tilt my head to one side, observing her.

There was likely nothing I could do to change her answer, or not now at least.

"I think I should go then."

She looks back at me, her sad eyes seeming to beg me to stay, but still she yes, "Ok," before adding, "and I really am sorry about before, I don't know what came over me."

"It's ok." I say simply, and walk past her.

With each step I took my mind screamed at me to go back, but another part of me said the opposite.

I have no what's going on, no idea what I'm feeling or thinking.

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