bubba || c.b

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Morgan's POV

Kiss me Colby.

Please.

Please.

Please.

I am begging him in my mind, and with my eyes still boring into his. But I don't have the balls to say it. He said he wants to make me feel better, to help me. And his lips on mine would make any worries I have in this moment vanish.

For a moment his eyes that are slightly darker than usual drift down to my lips and stay there for a second. His bites down on his own bottom lip as if he is deep in thought. Shakes his head, and then meets my eyes again.

"No." he whispers so quietly I'm not even sure I was meant to hear it.

I let out a huff, cross my arms in front of my chest and unwrap my legs from his waist, sliding off the counter. Our chests meet momentarily and then I am making my way for the bathroom door. I am getting out of here before he witnesses a temper tantrum. He has seen way to much emotion for one day.

"Morgan...." he says hesitantly.

I don't answer, instead I yank the bathroom door open and stomp down the hallway to the doorway to make my dramatic exit. I have my hand on the handle when he grabs my other wrist.

"Morgan." he says more sternly this time "Look at me. Now." he says.

I am scared to turn around. Once my eyes land on him I don't know whether I will want to punch him or kiss him silly. But after a deep and shaky breath I do. I don't dare look up at him though.

A full minute of silence has passed, I am still looking at the ground, his hand still holding my wrist, his thumb rubbing it soothingly.

He steps forward, too close. Pulls my hand away from the door knob and winds my arm around his neck.

"Don't go Morgan." he whispers into my ear, his breath slightly blowing my hair back. "Please, just don't go."

"I have to check on Mia" I mutter, now looking at his neck. The silver chain around it rising and falling with each breath he took.

"Sam is with her." he mutters, bringing his face closer to mine.

"I am responsible for her, I told my mom I wouldn't take my eyes off of her. If she ever found out about any of this I would be dead."

As I say this, I notice how close he actually is to my neck. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for him to do something.

"And I would want to die if I let you out of my sight right now." he mutters, finally pressing his lips on my neck. A simple peck, right below my jawbone. My stomach flutters, and I clamp my legs shut.

I crane my neck to the side, giving him the hint to continue. He grabs the other side of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair to keep me still. His other hand finds my hip, finally releasing my wrist.

"Don't" peck, "Go" peck.

I grunt. I bring my other arm to his shoulder and connect my hands behind his head. I pull him closer. This earns a groan in what I hope approval to come from his lips.

I am not sure how it happened, but my back hits the door I was just trying to exit a few minutes ago. His body pressed into mine. I feel every inch of him against me. His head is still in my neck, occasionally he pecks it, along with the shell of my ear, my jawbone.

"Colby" I say in a frustrated groan.

"Morgannnn" he drawls out.

"More." I say "Please." I whine. I am a simp, never ever have I begged like this. Especially for innocent little kisses. But I will continue to for him, until I get it.