Hearts on Broadway (Book 2)

Chapter 25 - Worst Ways

The morning after Georgie had said "I love you" was different. Not just because of the words she had spoken, but because of the way they lingered in Morgan's mind. It had been so long since he had heard those words from her, and the impact of them stayed with him, a reminder of the love they had shared before everything had fallen apart.

Morgan sat at the kitchen table, a half-empty cup of coffee in his hands, staring at the quiet morning around him. Georgie had said it last night—I love you—and it had hit him like a wave. He had waited for those words, hoping for them, but hearing them after everything they had been through was more than he had imagined. It was like a door had opened between them, one that had been locked for far too long.

His thoughts drifted back to that moment—her soft voice, the way her eyes had filled with emotion, the tear he had shed that he couldn't hide. It wasn't just that she had said it; it was what the words meant. They meant she was healing, that she was coming back to him, back to herself. He hadn't realized how much he had missed hearing those words until she had spoken them again.

As the day unfolded, Morgan watched Georgie spend time with Jackson. She was different today—lighter, more present. There was no sign of the anxiety that had gripped her for so many months, no moments where she seemed lost in her thoughts or unsure of herself. She played with Jackson, her laughter filling the house as she chased him around the living room, and for the first time in a long time, Morgan felt like he was watching the Georgie he had fallen in love with.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with a mixture of pride and relief. This was what he had been waiting for—this moment where she seemed truly happy, free from the weight that had been holding her down. She glanced up at him, her smile bright and easy, and Morgan's heart swelled.

"Hey," she said, walking over to him with Jackson in her arms. "You know something?"

"What's that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I haven't had a single bad thought all day," Georgie said softly, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and happiness. "No anxiety, no doubts. Just... good thoughts."

Morgan felt a lump form in his throat at her words. He reached out, cupping her cheek gently. "I noticed. You look happy, Georgie. I'm so proud of you."

She leaned into his touch, her eyes softening. "I feel happy. I feel... like me again."

Morgan smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "That's all I ever wanted."

That night, after Jackson was asleep and the house had settled into its familiar quiet, Morgan found himself lying awake in bed, his thoughts swirling. The intimacy they had shared last night was still fresh in his mind—the kiss, the words, the closeness that had been missing for so long. But there was something more that he couldn't shake, something he hadn't fully realized until now.

It had been nine months since they had been together, truly together. The emotional distance had been one thing, but the physical distance—that had been its own kind of ache. Morgan had tried to be patient, had held back because he knew Georgie needed space, but now that they were finding their way back to each other, that longing was starting to weigh on him.

He wanted her—needed her—not just emotionally, but physically. It wasn't just about sex. It was about being close to her in every way, about feeling that connection that had been missing for so long. The thought consumed him, filling him with a mixture of desire and frustration.

As he lay there, the idea for a song began to form in his mind. He hadn't written anything in weeks, but now, the words came to him like a flood. He sat up, reaching for his guitar and a notebook, and before he knew it, the lyrics were pouring out.

Tonight, I ain't bringin' no wine
Tonight, I ain't bringin' no roses
Talkin' would take too much time, I think I just better show you
Just turn the lights down, let's get right down to it
As soon as I walk in the door
I don't wanna be out of line, but girl, I can't wait anymore

Chorus:
I want you in the worst way, my hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste of whiskey to be off your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way

Oh, baby, that don't mean that I don't love to go wine and dine you
That ain't on the menu tonight 'cause I think I need to remind you
That your skin on my skin feels just like heaven to me
You look like an angel tonight
But you might wanna slip off those wings

Chorus:
I want you in the worst way, my hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste of whiskey right off of your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way

I want you in the worst way
I want you in the worst way

*'Cause I want you in the worst way, my hands are needin' your hips
Want the first taste to be whiskey right off of your lips
So close all the blinds, lock all the doors
Put away anything that'll break
Baby, I need you tonight
Let's see how much love we can make
I want you in the worst way

The worst way

Morgan strummed the last chord on his guitar, the song echoing in the quiet room. He sat back, staring at the lyrics in front of him, a mixture of satisfaction and longing filling him. The song was raw, honest, and filled with the desire he had kept bottled up for so long. It wasn't just about wanting Georgie physically—it was about everything they had been through, about wanting to be close to her in every way possible.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever show her the song, but writing it had helped him process everything he had been feeling. It was a song born out of love, desire, and the long months of waiting for them to find their way back to each other.

With the song finished, Morgan put his guitar aside and lay back down, his thoughts still lingering on Georgie. They were getting there—slowly but surely—and he knew that when the time was right, they would find their way back to each other in every way.

But tonight, he was content with the progress they had made. He had heard the words he had been waiting for—I love you—and that was enough for now.