Ending Silence

Chapter 39

Morgan's POV

The door to my room opens, but I ignore it, too busy struggling.

"Do you need help, Morgan?" Sage chuckles, and I glare at him. "Fuck off" I scowl, turning my back to him. Whoever decided to make the clasps on bras so difficult, I have a personal grudge against you.

I feel a hand grab my left wrist and push it back. I sigh, accepting the help and letting Sage do it. "Thanks" I mumble, leaning back against him once he's done.

"Are you okay?" He asks, and I hum. "Tired. And I tripped into the wall so my hand is hurting" I mumble, and he kisses my head.

I turn around, leaning up and pecking his lips.

When I go to pull away, he grabs the back of my neck like usual, holding me there as he kisses me harder. I smile, pressing my chest further into his.

I lightly push against his chest after a minute, and he pulls back. I take a deep breath, staring at his chest while he kisses my head.

"We're going to my house for dinner by the way," He says, and I look up at him. "Sage, you have to tell me at least a day before!" I scowl. He looks confused. "Why?".

I roll my eyes. "Because I need to get ready!" I say it like it's obvious. Since it is. "That takes twenty-four hours?" He mumbles, and I glare. "Zip it" I warn, and he sighs, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Sit down. And don't judge me" I tell him, walking to my wardrobe. Silently, he sits down on my bed, before lying down, staring up at the ceiling with his arms spread out.

I stare at my wardrobe, not knowing what I'm supposed to wear to my boyfriend's family dinner.

Am I expected to wear a dress? Or like- a nice blouse? I don't own either! I run a hand through my hair. And the stress begins.

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"Are you sure I was invited?" I ask quietly just as Sage opens the front door to his house. He groans, glaring at me. That's my answer.

I sigh, while he closes the door behind me. He grabs my hand and pulls me into him. "Why are you so nervous?" He asks quietly, and I groan. "Because I'm not good with large groups of people. Three is my limit. I explained this before" I mumble, and he rolls his eyes.

"Morgan you entertained eight people after being kidnapped and beaten by an enemy. You'll be grand" He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the kitchen.

"You're too obsessed with me to realise. I explained this too" I mumble, and he mutters something I can't understand, causing me to grin a bit.

"Morgan!"

I look, seeing Eleanor standing in the kitchen, smiling as she walks over.

"So happy to see you again," She says. "Thanks for having me," I tell her, and she chuckles. "No need to be so polite. You're always welcome" She assures me.

"Do you need-" "I've been asked if I needed help a previous thirteen times, and the answer is still the same" She cuts him off, and he sighs. Eleanor smiles. "Your brothers are outside" She turns and walks over to the oven, while Sage grabs my hand, and pulls me to the backdoor that's already open.

"Sage, tell Leo to fuck off" Alex shouts the second he spots us. I bite back my laugh. "Tell Alex to shut the fuck up before I drown him," Leo says, glaring at Alex.

"We've been listening to their shit for thirty-nine minutes" Jay sighs, who's sitting on a garden chair like Clayton.

"Our shit? Excuse me?" They both scowl at the same time, before snapping their heads to look at each other in disgust.