“You may want to cover that thing up.” I said, with a backward glance before I reached for the handle.
I could hear him adjusting the comforter, and I bit the side of my cheek to hide my laughter. When I pulled the door open Morgan brushed past me, and sat down in the chair that Owen had been working in earlier.
“Did you make coffee yet?” She asked.
“No.” I said, glancing around the room with question. “Is that why you're here?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. I'm here because when I got back to our room this morning you were gone.”
“And... you just assumed that I'd be here?” I asked, as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I figured the two of you were having coffee or something? Breakfast, maybe? But the fact that you're just here in your pajamas, while Owen's still half asleep doesn't make much- ohhhh! I did it again, didn't I? Dammit! I'm such an idiot!”
Owen chose then to toss the comforter aside, his tent no longer pitched. He sat up, and reached for the black tee shirt sitting on the bedside table before putting it on. He stood then, and strode towards me with purpose. Morgan and I watched him with confusion, until he stopped directly in front of me. I looked up at him with question, and he winked at me before cupping my face in his hands, and kissing me roughly.
My arms were still crossed, and when he broke the kiss he turned towards the bathroom, and shut himself inside. I stood there for a moment before bringing my hand to my lips. They still stung from the force of his kiss, and Morgan was staring at me like I'd grown another head.
“What the hell was that?” She asked.
“A kiss?” I said, feigning innocence.
Morgan's brow shot up in question. “What aren't you telling me?”
“Let's go back to our room.” I suggested. “I need a shower.”
She grinned so wide then, that she reminded me of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. I shook my head trying to ignore her, before heading towards the door. I made sure to lock it behind me, and when I found myself back in my own room I suddenly felt lonely. I had forgotten how good it felt to sleep in someone's arms. Derek, and I never went to bed at the same time, and when we did we often just fell asleep.
I thought back to last night when I snuggled against Owen. The way he stiffened beside me really bothered me. When we watched the movie together a few days ago, he was the one who pulled me closer. So why was it any different? Was it because we were sleeping? Was that more intimate in some way? Or maybe it was because he wasn't the initiator this time? The way he spoke about Abigail, and the connection they shared was a little intimidating. Could I even measure up to something like that?
“Spill!” Morgan said disrupting my thoughts, as she followed me into the bathroom.
I turned the faucet on adjusting the water to my liking, before slipping out of my pajamas. When I was safely inside the shower, I finally opened up to Morgan. I only told her what she needed to know. That we talked, and that we hooked up. There was no mention of Owen's late wife, or the fact that he seemed to want something real with me. As far as she was concerned the two of us were just hooking up, and enjoying each other's company.
It's not that I didn't want to confide in her, but it wasn't my place to. As for how I was feeling? That was another story all together. When Owen admitted that he could see himself wanting something more with me, initially I was intrigued. Now, after spending the night with him it was a little more complicated. I was starting to understand why he kept pushing the idea of us away. I could see myself wanting more too.
I know that I was no where near ready to start a full fledged relationship. Not a healthy one any way, but I knew that being with Owen was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Not just sleeping with him, but spending time with him. I enjoyed being around him. Especially now that I knew him on a deeper level. Opening up about something so painful, had to have been hard. Now, if only I could open up to him.
He knew bits and pieces about my relationship with Derek, but I hadn't gone into great detail. He was also quick to point out the dynamic of Morgan, and I's relationship, but even his knowledge on that subject was minimal.
When I stepped out of the shower, Morgan was still sitting on the toilet seat. I wrapped the towel around myself, and used another one to dry my hair. She silently watched me in the mirror, and I felt like she was scrutinizing my every move. With my hair dry I ran my brush through it, and then reached for my toothbrush.
I caught her eye in the mirror again, and she smiled warmly. Something was definitely going on here. I ignored her as best as I could as I continued to get myself ready. I put my hair products in, and scrunched my curls so that I wouldn't look like an alpaca when they dried. I applied a little lip gloss, and mascara, and then I turned towards the door so that I could get dressed.
I only made it a few feet, before Morgan came to stand in front of me. Her back was pressed against the door essentially blocking me in, and then she crossed her arms locking in her stance.
“Are you going to let me get dressed?” I asked.
“I need to tell you something.” She said, growing serious.
“OK...” I said, with worry.
“It's about Derek.”
I rolled my eyes. “I couldn't care less about that
