Page 129 of The Secret We Keep
As soon as I say it, her eyes glisten, but nothing more. “Even you don’t believe that. I know my father said something to you, something that’s kept you here, in Stoney Grange.”
I turn to ice. “What?”
Morgan closes her eyes, her shoulders visibly relaxing. “I know something is making you spend all this time with me. I’m not stupid, contrary to what people say about me.”
I shake my head, frowning. “I spend time with you because Iwantto. Not for anything more.”
“Okay,” she says gently, pulling away from my touch. “Well, considering you’re the only man who’s taken the time to get to know me. I want you to take my virginity before you up and leave us all again.”
“Jesus, Morgan,” I strain not to laugh. “It’s not something you just give away.”
She shrugs. “No one else will ever get it. Might as well be you.”
She’s being socially fucking awkward, but I can’t tell if this is really her, or if she’s playing with me.
“So you’re gifting it to me?”
She just goes ahead and nods like what she’s saying is no big deal.
“What if I want something else before you give it to me?”
Her eyes narrow. “Like?”
Shit. “I don’t know. Like the usual stuff you do with someone you like.”
One of her brows raises. “Did you just tell me you like me?”
Smart girl. “Yeah.”
“Oh.”
My lips part slightly. “Not what you wanted me to say?”
She looks left to right. “No,actually, I think that’sexactlywhat I wanted you to say.”
“And you like me?” I ask stupidly.
She rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t have taken my clothes off in front of you if I didn’t.”
A few seconds pass. “So, what now?” I ask her tentatively, a wide smile beaming on my face. “Because you are undressed in my room and this door doesn’t have a lock.”
Morgan’s face turns flaming red quicker than a race dog out of the gate. “Oh, God. And your mother, she’ll…”
“Yep. She’ll just—”
“Walk right in here,” she finishes my sentence for me. “She’ll see me fully naked in Paddy O’Keefe’s room.”
Now is not the time to tell her thattechnicallyshe isn’t naked, but I don’t point it out. “Yeah.”
“Oh, shit.” Her forehead lands on my chest. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“It’s not a big deal, curly fries.” My hands rub up and down her bare arms as my feet shift, making more room for her to get closer.
“Urgh,” she grumbles against my chest, the warmth from her breath seeping through my T-shirt. “That’s easy for you to say. You didn’t take all of your clothes off and ask for sex.”
No. But I try not to think about how much of a turn on it was. “If it helps, I could make you feel better?”
Her head snaps up. “What are you on about?”
