I had some help

Twenty

Alex and Caleigh, fueled by a mix of shots and drinks, were determined to keep the night alive. They seized Morgan and Michael's hands, pulling them onto the dance floor amidst the pulsing lights and music. Despite their slight stumbling, their enthusiasm was infectious.

As "Low" by Flo Rida began to play, Alex couldn't contain her excitement. She leaped up, her movements synchronized perfectly with the beat. Making her way towards Morgan, she got close, matching her dance moves to the rhythm, grinding against him in a playful yet electrifying manner.

Morgan didn't anticipate Alex's bold move, and a surprised gasp escaped his lips as she danced closely with him.

Feeling himself getting hard, he swiftly excused himself from the dance floor, leaving Alex and Caleigh laughing together as they continued to enjoy the music and the night's energy.

Alex and Caleigh, buoyed by their infectious energy and the camaraderie of the night, strutted confidently towards the stage as "Low" by Flo Rida faded out. They grabbed the mic, exchanging mischievous grins with Morgan and Michael, who watched with amused anticipation.

Alex and Caleigh stood up on the stage, enjoying their time together, they sang their drunk hearts out as best as they could.

At 12:30, the group decided it was time to head home. Morgan, as usual, remained sober to drive. He had only taken two shots five hours earlier.

During the drive to Caleigh and Michael's house, Morgan glanced over at Alex, who was quietly asleep in the passenger seat. Her hair partially covered her face, and her v-neck had slipped lower than when the night began.

Morgan chuckled softly upon seeing the couple in the backseat also dozing off.

After dropping off Caleigh and Michael at their house, Morgan continued on to his own.

He parked in his driveway and turned to see Alex, exhausted and still asleep in the passenger seat. Not wanting to disturb her, he carefully lifted her from the car and carried her upstairs to his room.

As Alex settled onto the bed, she began to stir. "Bailey?" She whispered, her eyes searching the room for the man she expected.

"Guess again." Morgan replied, his frown hidden by the darkness of the room.

"Oh, Morgan," Alex giggled, turning toward him. "Come here, silly." She called out, reaching for him.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He said, pulling his arm back from her.

"Morgan, what's wrong?" She asked, frowning.

"Nothing, it's just late, and you're drunk." He said, walking toward the door.

Alex jumped out of bed, grabbing his hand before he was completely out of the room. "I'm sorry, Morgan. I know this is hard, and I'm making it harder. I don't know what to do." Alex confided.

Morgan sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Alex, it's just... complicated. You need to rest. We can talk in the morning when you're feeling better."

Alex's grip tightened. "Please, don't leave. I hate feeling like this, like I'm pushing you away."

Morgan hesitated, then gently squeezed her hand. "You're not pushing me away. It's just that I want to make sure you're okay first. You need to sleep this off."

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?"

Morgan nodded reluctantly. "Alright, I'll stay until you fall asleep." He guided her back to the bed, tucking her in gently.

As he sat beside her, Alex closed her eyes, her breathing gradually slowing. Morgan watched her, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he struggled to suppress.

Finally, as her breathing steadied into the rhythm of sleep, Morgan stood up as he whispered softly, "Goodnight, Alex, I love you." and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Morgan stood outside Alex's bedroom window, heart pounding in his chest. The cool night air brushed against his face as he gently tapped on the glass. Moments later, the window slid open, and Alex's face appeared, illuminated by the moonlight.

"Morgan, what are you doing here?" She whispered, eyes wide with surprise.

"I needed to see you." He replied, climbing through the window and landing softly on the carpet.

Alex quickly closed the window behind him, then turned to face him. "If my parents find out you're here, they'll kill us both."

Morgan shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Then we better not get caught."

She sighed, shaking her head but unable to suppress a smile. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"Maybe a little." He admitted, "but I had to see you."

They sat on her bed, the room dimly lit by a small bedside lamp. Alex leaned against the headboard, drawing her knees to her chest. "What's going on, Morgan? Why are you here so late?"

Morgan hesitated, his smile fading. "I wanted to see you." Morgan said shrugging.

Alex rolled her eyes giggling. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the ticking of a clock on her dresser.

Eventually, Alex's eyelids began to droop. She yawned, trying to fight off sleep. "Promise me you'll stay until I fall asleep." She mumbled.

Morgan smiled gently. "I promise."

He stayed by her side, watching as she drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming slow and even. Morgan felt a sense of peace he rarely found at home, knowing he was in a place where he was always welcome.

As Alex finally fell into a deep sleep, Morgan whispered, "Goodnight, Alex." He settled into a chair beside her bed, determined to keep his promise and stay until she slept.