As Cal drove her to his house she glanced at him from the corner of her
eyes. He was still visibly upset and most likely marinating in his hatred
of Hunter, subconsciously blaming him for all his problems. Yet, when she
looked beyond that, she saw loving, devoted Cal who she had just shared her
first sexual experience with.
What to do about Hunter? It seemed a frequent question. Life was simpler where he wasn't concerned, but did she have the strength to send him away?
She had to find the strength for both of their good. She had no doubt that Cal would not be hesitant to kill Hunter if he knew she loved him. She had no doubt, in fact, he was already planning to kill him. He didn't need any more motivation. And now, with her father backing his rage, the threat of Cal was much more real.
They entered the house in silence and after removing their shoes, Cal drew her up to his room. Guiding her to his romantically draped bed, he lay down, fully clothed, and indicated for her to do the same. Then they curled up with her head on his chest and she fell asleep to his soothing heartbeat.
Hours later, Morgan awoke to find herself still lying in the arms of Cal. When she glanced over at the clock, she realized with a start that it was almost morning.
"Shit," Morgan said softly, trying to carefully extricate herself from Cal's assorted body parts that had been thrown over her. After she had successfully removed his arm, she tried to shimmy towards the edge of the bed away from his leg, but he sighed and compensated for her movement, drawing her back into body. Rolling her eyes at the receding progress, Morgan began again to move away from him until she noticed that Cal's eyes were open.
She swatted at him playfully, "You could have told me you were awake."
"Where would have been the fun in that?" Cal asked mischievously.
Morgan sighed, "I have to go home, I should have been there hours ago. And if I am not there when everyone wakes up, I have no doubt the state police will be out there looking for me."
Cal nodded reluctantly, "Do you want me to drive you home?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Morgan responded.
Cal rose out of the bed and stripped off his shirt to change.
"Cal!" Morgan said, hiding her eyes under the blanket.
Cal pulled the blanket down, grinning wickedly, "Morgan, it's nothing you've not seen."
Morgan yanked the blanket away, giving her own evil smile, "And nothing I want to see again."
Cal rolled his eyes and stripped down to his boxers while Morgan carefully avoided watching. Noticing her persistent modesty, Cal playfully jumped back on the bed.
"Hey!" Morgan protested. "You said you wouldn't jump on me!"
"Did I?" Cal looked pensive. "I guess I lied."
"Cal," Morgan chastised.
"Morgan, there's time before you have to go home," Cal said logically. "And it's nothing we haven't done before. Everyone talks about how important the morning after is. I could light candles and everything, if you want."
Morgan imagined having sex with Cal again, and if it were not for Hunter, she probably would. This time, it would be a better experience.
"Cal, I need to go home," Morgan said, attempting to look regretful.
"That's okay," Cal said and began pulling new clothes out of his drawer and putting them on. "Let's go."
What to do about Hunter? It seemed a frequent question. Life was simpler where he wasn't concerned, but did she have the strength to send him away?
She had to find the strength for both of their good. She had no doubt that Cal would not be hesitant to kill Hunter if he knew she loved him. She had no doubt, in fact, he was already planning to kill him. He didn't need any more motivation. And now, with her father backing his rage, the threat of Cal was much more real.
They entered the house in silence and after removing their shoes, Cal drew her up to his room. Guiding her to his romantically draped bed, he lay down, fully clothed, and indicated for her to do the same. Then they curled up with her head on his chest and she fell asleep to his soothing heartbeat.
Hours later, Morgan awoke to find herself still lying in the arms of Cal. When she glanced over at the clock, she realized with a start that it was almost morning.
"Shit," Morgan said softly, trying to carefully extricate herself from Cal's assorted body parts that had been thrown over her. After she had successfully removed his arm, she tried to shimmy towards the edge of the bed away from his leg, but he sighed and compensated for her movement, drawing her back into body. Rolling her eyes at the receding progress, Morgan began again to move away from him until she noticed that Cal's eyes were open.
She swatted at him playfully, "You could have told me you were awake."
"Where would have been the fun in that?" Cal asked mischievously.
Morgan sighed, "I have to go home, I should have been there hours ago. And if I am not there when everyone wakes up, I have no doubt the state police will be out there looking for me."
Cal nodded reluctantly, "Do you want me to drive you home?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Morgan responded.
Cal rose out of the bed and stripped off his shirt to change.
"Cal!" Morgan said, hiding her eyes under the blanket.
Cal pulled the blanket down, grinning wickedly, "Morgan, it's nothing you've not seen."
Morgan yanked the blanket away, giving her own evil smile, "And nothing I want to see again."
Cal rolled his eyes and stripped down to his boxers while Morgan carefully avoided watching. Noticing her persistent modesty, Cal playfully jumped back on the bed.
"Hey!" Morgan protested. "You said you wouldn't jump on me!"
"Did I?" Cal looked pensive. "I guess I lied."
"Cal," Morgan chastised.
"Morgan, there's time before you have to go home," Cal said logically. "And it's nothing we haven't done before. Everyone talks about how important the morning after is. I could light candles and everything, if you want."
Morgan imagined having sex with Cal again, and if it were not for Hunter, she probably would. This time, it would be a better experience.
"Cal, I need to go home," Morgan said, attempting to look regretful.
"That's okay," Cal said and began pulling new clothes out of his drawer and putting them on. "Let's go."