UTOPIA HIGH

Him and Her 3

Morgan's gaze met Reon's, a playful glint in her eyes. "Do you have pajamas?" she inquired.

A smirk played on Reon's lips as he replied, "Yeah, I do, but I don't think they'll fit you."

Her eyebrows shot up. "What about a big shirt?"

Reon pondered for a moment before nodding. "Sure, I've got one." He walked to the wardrobe, retrieving a jeans shirt and handing it to her.

"Great! Lay it on the bed. I need to shower first," Morgan said, already heading towards the bathroom. "And please, put the thermostat to heat. It's getting cold."

As the door closed behind her, Reon couldn't help but chuckle. "Always freezing in here," he mumbled, adjusting the thermostat.

Inside Reon's shower, Morgan explored the array of products neatly arranged. She marveled at the simplicity of his bathroom, a departure from the more luxurious ones she was accustomed to. Stepping into the shower, she savored every warm droplet, relishing a bath experience in a less extravagant setting for the first time.

Meanwhile, Reon, in the living room, began preparing the couch for Morgan's comfort, unaware of the small adventure she was having in his shower.

Wrapped in Reon's towel, Morgan emerged from the shower. With a playful warning, she called out to Reon, "Don't turn back; I haven't covered my boobs!"

Reon chuckled, replying, "Okay," and promptly shifted his attention to the window, ensuring he avoided any unintended glimpses.

After her shower, Morgan adorned herself with Reon's shirt, long socks, and a hint of chocolate-scented hair spray. Seated on the bed, she invited Reon to look, announcing, "Well, you can look now; I'm done."

Turning, Reon found himself in awe of how a simple shirt and socks could complement her. "Wow, your hair spray smells nice," he complimented.

Morgan grinned, "It's a chocolate-flavored smell. Come on, it's getting late; we should sleep."

Reon hesitated, "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Why? Sleep on the couch?" Morgan questioned. "You're sweet and kind, but I can't sleep alone, especially on rainy nights. I'm scared of thunder."

Reon before heading to the bed he says to himself oohhh this is bad she's only in pants and a large shirt what if my dick get's hard,im in trouble

Morgan decided to make herself comfortable, taking the blankets from the couch and placing them in the wardrobe. Leaving only one blanket on the bed, she observed Reon, who was still in his casual clothes.

"You normally sleep in your regular clothes?" she inquired.

Reon shook his head, "Nope, I only wear silk shorts, nothing else."

She chuckled, "Well, don't mind me. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Go ahead and put them on." With that, she covered her eyes, allowing him some privacy.

Reon, oblivious to Morgan's curious gaze, began the process of undressing in front of his wardrobe. The room was filled with a subtle intimacy as Morgan, intentionally leaving a gap between her hands, stole glimpses of his well-sculpted back and chest. The play of shadows emphasized the contours of his physique, and she found herself in awe of his silhouette.

As he continued, there was an intriguing transformation. Reon's disheveled hair added a touch of rebellion to his appearance, turning him from a casual dresser into what seemed like a bad boy emerging from a nerdy facade.

Finally, he wrapped himself in the blanket, leaving his chest enticingly exposed. Catching Morgan in the act, Reon playfully removed her hand from her face, a knowing smile on his lips. "I'm done," he announced

Turning towards Reon, Morgan wished him good night. He responded with a simple, "Same to you, Morgan."

Meanwhile, in another part of the night, Latti, Grover, and Stacy gathered in a room with a torch. Engrossed in sharing scary stories, Grover interrupted Stacy, expressing concern, "I haven't heard Morgan leave, or is it just me?"

Stacy sighed, rolling her eyes, "Oh, come on, Grover. Why are you so obsessed with Morgan?"

Grover grinned, "Who isn't? I mean, the chick is among the most talked-about on campus. Don't mind you; she's a goddess, especially when she looks at you."

Latti, uninterested, covered her head, "Whether she's gone or here, it's none of our business. Let's just mind our own issues, okay?"

Outside, the rain intensified, and thunderstorms roared loudly, causing Latti and her friends to jump to their beds at the first thunderous roar. Meanwhile, Morgan covered herself with a blanket, exclaiming, "We are going to die!"

Reon, chuckling, reassured her, "We are not going to die."

Morgan, looking at Reon with a mix of awe and confusion, questioned, "How can you be so chill at that thunder?"

As another thunderous roar echoed, Morgan, frightened, sought comfort in Reon's arms, cuddling close and laying her head on his chest. She admitted, "I'm scared, Reon."

Reon, smiling, reassured her, "I assure you, nothing can happen to you on my watch. Just relax."

As the rain, wind, and thunder persisted, Reon noticed Morgan's discomfort. Sensing her fear, he gently removed his hands from his head, previously serving as a pillow support, and wrapped them around Morgan. In a comforting whisper, he said, "Don't mind about the sounds from outside. Just listen to my voice, okay?"

Morgan, feeling the warmth of his reassurance, nodded in acceptance

"Close your eyes and let the world fade away. Listen to the gentle cadence of my heartbeat – a steady rhythm that echoes the unspoken poetry between us. Feel it like a soothing wave, washing away the noise of the day, cleansing your mind of worries. In the quiet sanctuary of this heartbeat, let it be a melody that wraps around you, a tender distraction that whispers, 'You are here, and in this moment, nothing else matters.'"

Morgan, swept away by Reon's voice, slowly falls asleep on his chest. As she dreams, Reon tenderly holds her hair and cheeks, admiring her beauty. He murmurs, "This might be the happiest night of my life, Morgan. I wish it could last forever, but when I close my eyes, time speeds by. Let me savor these moment before we return to reality."

Awakening to the gentle transition from heavy rain to a calm morning, Morgan stretches and yawns, greeted by the sight of a meticulously prepared breakfast placed beside the bed. A note catches her attention, bearing the words "Good morning, sunshine." Her lips curve into a smile, a warmth spreading through her as she notices her favorite espresso delicately arranged on the table – a thoughtful touch, especially since it's not commonly found near Stunted Avenue.

Curiosity piqued, Morgan's gaze is drawn to the bathroom door, where the sound of running water signals that Reon is in the shower. With a languid movement, she pulls herself off the bed, her steps carrying her to the table. There, a single rose stands in a cup of water, its petals seemingly untouched by the passage of time. Morgan delicately picks it up, bringing it to her nose, inhaling its sweet fragrance.

"Wow, how nice," she murmurs, appreciating the delicate beauty of the rose.