Ending Silence

Chapter 37

Morgan's POV

"Please?"

"No"

I groan into my pillow, before rolling onto my back again. "Please?" I beg, watching him sit at the edge of my bed as he unties the shoelaces on his combat boots.

He doesn't answer me, and I groan for the millionth time today, staring up at the ceiling with my legs and arms spread out on the bed.

"I'll be fine" I assure him. "And if you fall?"

"Then I won't be fine. At all" I mumble, wincing at just the thought of falling on my hand. "Exactly"

"But I'm bored" I groan. It's been just two weeks since the whole kidnapping situation, and over those two weeks, I realized just how boring this place is when you don't have to train for eight hours every day.

Marlow isn't in training either for the time being, but all he does is sleep, then eat, then repeat! I don't know what he's doing at night that makes him so tired-

I wince. Nevermind.

But the point is, there's nothing to do! And Marlow starts back in training in just two weeks. Apparently, the guy has unlimited luck, since both bullets were flesh wounds, and didn't do any serious damage. How? I don't fucking know, but it's unfair!

There's nothing to do, and I never thought I'd say this but I miss working out.

I sit up on the bed. "I can just use the treadmill. Or the stair machine, the leg press, leg extensions, anything! Please, I'll be so careful. I just need your clearance" I plead with my entire soul.

"No"

I groan, lying back down, on the verge of accepting defeat.

"I'll jerk you off if you let me?" I offer, and he turns his head to look at me, his eyebrows raised. "No".

I glare at him, but he holds my stare. Eventually, I glance away, muttering insults under my breath as I roll onto my side, my back facing him.

Sage turns off the lights, before climbing into the bed beside me

I feel his arms wrap around my waist, but I slap them away with a scowl.

I'm suddenly rolled onto my back, and before I can even blink, I feel his lips on mine.

He kisses me gently, his right hand gently cupping my face as he hovers on top of me.

I groan against him, trying to find the willpower to push him away and continue to be mad but he makes it so damn difficult.

He seems to know how to do everything just right and has me practically a mess underneath him in a span of seconds. It really isn't fair.

He goes to pull away, but I lift up my face, my lips chasing his to continue. Using my left hand, I cup the back of his head and keep him close to me. There are no complaints on his behalf as he continues to kiss me until every ounce of my anger and frustration is evaporated into pure desire for him.

He pulls away slowly, and even in the dark room, I can still make out his little smile.

He moves off me, lying beside me while I stare up, breathless and trying to turn my brain back on since it seems to be malfunctioning.

He rolls me onto my side again, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest.

"You little cheater" I scowl, realizing what he did. And worse? It worked!

"Goodnight Morgan" He whispers, and I sigh, too tired and cozy to even try to remain mad.

"Don't think you're off the hook just get buddy" I mumble, closing my eyes just as I yawn.