Wanted For Pleasure

Chapter Fifty-one: pinch me I'm dreaming

A/n: There will be a series of texts later in the chapter. Morgan is italics, Chris is in bold!

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"I feel complete because of you, and when I look at you, I feel at home."

Chris Omar Vaughn

I couldn't even keep my eyes open to pull on a pair of boxers to wear to bed after the. Best. Sex. Ever.

My body needed to recharge over the next eight hours, for sure.

I looked at the time.

10:34pm

Yup, I'm getting my eight hours, I thought, smiling smug as I shut my eyes again.

"Good night," I mumbled to Morgan but she wasn't beside me.

When I heard the water running in the bathroom I realized she was in there freshening up as she should. One of the many things I liked about her, she was so clean.
Trust me, I could tell some horror stories about some dirty girls I unfortunately slept with before. Let's use that term lightly - "slept with."

I'm a changed man. I said before there's no way Morgan can have relations with anyone else. Of course she had a little slip up, Malcolm did whatever he did. I'm over it, though. I am, really. But, after that? Oh. She will NOT, can NOT absolutely ever give what's mine away.

I think I'm going crazy. Could it be, after all those girls that I drove wild, now it's happening t-to me? I wondered.

Well fine. Shit I'll take it, Morgan's perfect.

My body felt like it was floating on a cloud as I laid down. It's like trying to fall asleep after getting high, you just feel light, feel good.

I let out a content sigh and fluffed my pillow.

It wasn't too long before she came back and crawled under the covers we shared.

Before I could do it for her, Morgan brought her leg over my body. Now I can fall asleep.

After all the heat our bodies generated, the room was now cold and I needed her close to warm back up.

I think I actually dozed off in two seconds but she sat up, making waves in the mattress.

If she wants to go again, I don't know if I'll be able to, I thought in my head.
Legit don't have it in me, and she's a demon if she does. My body felt like it was made of gelatin. I'm begging she doesn't touch me right now, I'm far too sensitive. She better get a toy. No but then I'd want to watch her use it. Damn it.

So I played sleep.

"Chris," Morgan called out twice.

It wasn't until she started sniffling that I sat up, concerned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, holding her hand.

She stared at me and said, "I love you."

My head turned to the window. Nope, no pigs flying. No alien or zombie invasion.

"Pinch me." I said.

"What? Why?" She asked but did it anyway.

Okay, ow. . . Didn't really think she would.

"I'm not dreaming?"

She giggled, wiping her tears away. "No, you're not dreaming! Didn't that all just feel entirely too real for you to be dreaming?"