“So, what are we doing tonight?” I leave it up to the girls to decide.
Tinsley meets Morgan’s eyes before smiling.
“Shots!”
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Morgan
Why does my head hurt?
That’s my first thought as I slowly wake up. My head is pounding as sunlight filters through the window directly onto my face.
“Why?” I moan.
“Keep it down. I’m trying to sleep.” A hand haphazardly swats at my back.
My eyes shoot open at the male voice. The familiar male voice.
Please, no.
Slowly turning over, I find Keaton, lying on top of the blankets in only his boxers. He’s on his stomach with his head facing away from me.
“What the fuck?” I screech.
He pushes a pillow over his head at my words. “Jesus, Morgan. Keep it down. I have a splitting headache,” he mumbles from under the pillow.
I take it from him, throwing it across the room. “Why the fuck am I in your bed?”
He turns over, finally looking at me. As his eyes take me in, a flash of heat passes through his eyes. I glance down and gasp.
“Am I wearing your shirt?” I can’t help the shrillness in my voice.
“Please,” Keaton begs, “stop with the yelling.”
I take a few calming breaths. “Am I wearing your shirt?” I ask again.
“Yes. You asked me for something to wear to bed, and I told you to take whatever you wanted.”
He turns back over, facing away from me.
“Why am I in your room?”
He sighs. “If I answer you, will you lie back down and go to sleep?”
“Sure,” I lie.
“We had a lot of shots last night. Sage took Tinsley to bed, but you weren’t ready to go to sleep. After Reed kicked everyone out, we sat out back drinking a while longer. Then you passed out. I was taking you to Tinsley’s room, but you insisted on seeing mine, for old times’ sake. Then you kind of just stayed.” He shrugs.
“We didn’t—”
“No.” He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. “I would never take advantage of you.”
“I know,” I mumble. “I’m going to go change.”
“Your clothes are in the bathroom.” He gestures towards his en suite without turning back over.
Once cleaned up and changed, I find Keaton sound asleep on his bed. I allow myself a moment to look over his broad back. A feeling of warmth flows through me as I think about the fact that I slept with him last night.
Making my way down the stairs, I debate what to do. I need to get back to my car. I could ask Boswell to take me, but I didn’t know where he is. I could call my mom, but then she will wonder why I didn’t drive myself here last night. I am not ready for those questions.
As I make my way into the kitchen, I settle on calling a cab.
“Good Morning.” I drop my phone and gasp. “Sorry.”
Sage gives me a small smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t expect anyone to be up yet.” Glancing back at my phone, I note that it's seven in the morning.
Reed comes around the corner suddenly, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. He walks over to Sage as she makes two cups of coffee, wrapping his arms around her middle and kissing her shoulder gently.
Blushing, I turn away from the intimate scene. I feel as if I’m intruding on this private moment.
“We’re always up early, right, baby?” Reed’s voice draws my eyes back to them. He turns, resting against the counter next to Sage as he looks at me. His hard stare is unwavering. Instinctively, I take a step back.
“Stop it, Reed. Leave the girl alone.” Sage hands Reed his coffee cup before pouring some for herself in a to-go cup. “Do you drink coffee?”
I blink twice before I realize she’s talking to me. “No, thank you. I need to go. I was just calling a cab. I’ll get out of your way.”
“Nonsense. I’ll make you a coffee to go and drop you on my way to work.” Not waiting for my agreement, Sage sets to making another cup.
“You look good, Morgan. Time away has done you well, huh?” Reed’s words seem pleasant, but his eyes say different.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover. I may look well, but I have more internal scars than you know,” I bite back. I don’t know what possessed me to speak back to him, but I surprised both of us.
“Who hurt you?” he growls.
I freeze.
“Chill, Reed. You’re scaring the poor girl.”
I clear my throat. “Why do you care who hurt me anyways?”
His look becomes even more lethal. “It doesn’t matter. Who?”
Grimacing, I look away. “Not like you would do anything about it if I told you.”
He goes to speak again, but Sage stops him.
“Let’s get you home. I’ll meet you by the car.” She hands me coffee before turning to Reed.
I hurry out of the kitchen, not needing to hear what’s coming next. After a few minutes, Sage meets me outside.
“I didn’t know which car was yours.”
She laughs and points at the Lexus. “The most inexpensive car here.”
Once in the car, she turns the radio down. “I’m sorry about Reed. He gets all growly sometimes when someone he cares about is hurt.”
I look towards her in surprise. “Why would he care if I was hurt?”
She risks a quick glance at me. “You’re not that dumb. You’re still family, even if you left for a little while. They all care about you.”
I bite my lip, contemplating my next words. Sage makes me feel comfortable for some reason, like she’s an ally. “I can’t tell him who hurt me,” I finally whisper.
“Why is that?” She matches my tone.
“Because he would never hurt him.”
She gives me a confused look. “Who hurt you?”
Barely able to breathe, I finally admit is out loud, “Keaton.”
Sage gasps. “There’s way more to this than either of you are telling us, huh?”
I shrug. “It’s in the past now. We agreed to be friends and forget about
