bubba || c.b

11

Morgan's POV

I am jealous of the little girl passed out in bed next to me right now. It is now midnight and we have eaten, showered, and watched TV. Mia had passed out half way through a movie she had chosen on Netflix. She had a long day.

Although, so have I. And I can't seem to close my damn eyes. After about an hour of tossing and turning, I decide to get out of bed. I head to the small kitchen and grab a glass to fill with water.

"Ice." I whisper.

None in the freezer. With a sigh I grab the key card and make my way to the door. I could have sworn I saw an ice machine somewhere down the hall. So half asleep, I make my way down the hallway slowly and quietly, looking around every corner until I finally found it. I grab the scoop and dump some ice into my glass before turning around.

I jump and cover my mouth to stop myself from making an embarrassing sound.

"Hi." he says with a chuckle.

"You scared me." I reply, not bothering to greet him.

He doesn't respond, and so I look up at him and see him looking me up and down. Confused, I look down.

No pants. Really Morgan?!

"Um." I say, he looks at my face, that is definitely the color of a tomato right now.

"Nice outfit." he says, making his way toward me. He walks past me with a brush of our shoulders and starts putting ice in the cup that I just now notice he has in his hand.

"I was in bed." I finally say.

"Mhm." he says, not looking toward me.

I start heading toward my room, and I hear rapid footsteps behind me. Then he is walking beside me.

"Can't sleep?" he asks

"No. You?"

"Actually just getting back from dinner with Sam."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

I have made it back to my room and I noticed he passed his.

"Your room is back there." I say with a giggle.

"Had to make sure you got back safe."

"Thanks I guess" I reply with a shrug. "Goodnight" I say, opening my hotel room door.

"Night, Morg." he whispers so Mia can't hear. And with a kiss on the cheek, that I was not expecting - he turns and quickly makes his way back to his room. Not even looking at me as he walks in.

What the fuck.

Colby's POV

What the fuck Colby? Why did you just kiss her?!

I close my hotel room door and lean my back against it, running my hand down my face.

I stand there for a second before walking into the kitchen and filling my glass I now had ice in with water.

My mind is racing, it has been since this morning when I ran into her downstairs in the elevator.

Brown curly hair, bright blue eyes, pink lips, thick thighs, those tattoos I want to trace just like Mia was when I first saw them as the elevator doors opened.

I can't do this.

She will be gone in 3 days, we will never see each other again.

But those few hours we spent in the pool together, with my best friend and her little sister... I felt the most carefree I have in months. Just having her within touching distance made me feel comfortable. Knowing she is two doors down, with no goddamn pants on, unable to sleep makes me shiver.

We could not be able to sleep together

I could think of a few things we could do to tire us out

Stop Colby

Stop

Stop

Stop