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She wouldn't want to. He thought, listening to her as well. "You said to tke it slow, so no. There isn't anything i'd like to do" He murmured, smiling as he kissed her again |
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Morgan tilted her head playfully, giving him a curious glance before kissing him back with a soft smile. She pouted slightly, a soft breath escaping her as she settled herself comfortably, her arms resting on either side of his head. “What does taking things slow have to do with anything?” she asked, her voice teasing yet light, her head tilting in mock confusion. She hummed, sticking her face close to his in a playful manner. "What do you want me to do, suck you off?" she asked teasingly. Her gaze shifted to the clock on the wall, and her lips curled into a mischievous grin. Raising an eyebrow, she met his gaze. “We could go out for breakfast, if you’d like,” she suggested, her tone innocent but with a hint of playfulness in her voice. The offer hung in the air, her smile widening as she waited for his response, her mood light and easygoing. |
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He chuckled. "If we go anywhere, i'm driving" He insisted. "I should be catering to you, not the other way around" He added, flipping her on top of him gently with a smile. He kept his arms around her for a moment longer until he heard voices downstairs. "And that would be your family" He noted, smiling at her and pressing his lips to hers once more |
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Morgan laughed when he flipped her, a playful glint in her eyes. She couldn't help but smile as she pecked his lips again, her voice teasing. "I'm not letting you drive my car!" she said with a mock serious tone, though her smile was anything but. Sitting up, she listened carefully for the voices downstairs. "Yeah, that's them," she mused as she slid out of bed, grabbing a cozy jumper to throw on. Her mood was light, as always, eager to get the day started. "Let’s just say hi, and then we can head out," she chirped, her excitement bubbling over as she looked over at him, ready for their next adventure together. |
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As she got up, practically bouncing with excitement, he chuckled and followed her. He gently grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a kiss before grabbing his clothes from yesterday and changing once she'd left the room. He felt his mental walls go back up as soon as he stepped out of her room, glancing at her siblings while waiting for her |
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Morgan quickly got changed and padded down the stairs with light steps, her usual cheerfulness in full bloom. She was eager to introduce Caleb to her siblings, but as she spotted them in the kitchen, her smile faltered slightly. Her younger sister, Brooke, was glaring at Caleb with her arms crossed, while her older brother, Tyler, was looking at him with a judgmental, raised eyebrow. She made her way over to Caleb, her hand gently patting his back, offering him reassurance as she flashed a grin at the pair. "This is Caleb!" she said brightly, her voice full of warmth, though her gaze flickered nervously to her siblings. She decided not to call him her boyfriend—she didn’t want to rush things and figured she’d let her siblings form their own opinion first. Her parents, it seemed, had managed to make a quiet exit before the introductions had even started. Tyler, still very much in protective big brother mode, stood up from the island. He was taller than Caleb, and they were at eye level now. Tyler offered his hand to Caleb, a polite, albeit reserved smile on his face. “Caleb, this is Tyler,” she said cheerfully, giving her brother a small nod. She turned toward her sister, who was giving Caleb the same grumpy stare. “And that’s Brooke,” she continued with a soft chuckle, trying to diffuse the tension. Morgan’s eyes flickered back to her brother, narrowing slightly, and she shot him a warning look. "And we're going out for breakfast..." she trailed off, glancing curiously at Caleb to see how he would respond. |
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"Nice to meet you both" He said politely, shaking Tyler's hand and nodding to Brooke. He listened to both their minds, on totally different thoughts yet the same subject. Him. He chuckled as Tyler sized him up mentally, smiling at Morgan. When she mentioned breakfast, he kept himself from taking her hand before they were walking outside. He snatched the keys from Morgan as soon as the door closed. "I told you, i'm driving." He stated matter-of-factly. He opened the passenger door for Morgan and shut it behind her before going and getting into the driver's seat and starting the car |
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Morgan let out a deep breath once they were outside, feeling the weight lift off her shoulders. Her siblings were fine, just typical siblings. She wasn’t sure what they really thought of Caleb—she hoped it wasn’t anything bad—but they hadn’t exactly warmed up to him, either. She figured it was to be expected. She'd probably be a little wary, too, if her sister had suddenly walked out with a guy she barely knew. But now, it was just her and Caleb, and she could relax a little. She was jolted out of her thoughts when Caleb grabbed her keys, and in a flash, she was trying to snatch them back. "Caleb, no!" she squeaked, her hand still reaching for them, but they were already just out of her grasp. She huffed dramatically and flopped down into the passenger seat with an exaggerated pout. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, and she crossed her arms over her chest, clearly unimpressed. "Can you even drive a manual?" she asked, her brow furrowed, not sure whether to be worried or not. Her car meant a lot to her, and the last thing she needed was Caleb wrecking it. “I swear, if you crash my car..." she trailed off with a dramatic gasp, shaking her head. "I’ll never let you hear the end of it," she added, her voice a mix of playful teasing and genuine concern. |
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"I've driven plenty of cars and yes, a manual being one kind." He said, chuckling and shaking his head at her concern. "Where to, beautiful?" He asked, curious if she had a place in mind |
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She gave him a serious look, a playful pout on her lips. "Don't crash. I'll hurt you if you do," she teased, her tone light but carrying a hint of mock concern. After a brief pause, she smiled softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "There's a Bagel house just down the road," she added cheerfully, eager for a bit of an adventure. For a moment, she simply watched him, her gaze soft and full of admiration. Gorgeous. That was the only word that crossed her mind as she observed him. The way the sun hit his hair, the way his focus was solely on the road... he looked perfect. Kind, clever, handsome—she couldn't help but be drawn to him. As his eyes remained on the road, she couldn't resist the urge to lean over and peck his cheek quickly, snapping a picture before sitting back in her seat. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, admiring the photo she'd just captured. Her grin widened as she looked at it, then glanced up at him. "You're probably the hottest guy that's ever walked the earth," she giggled, feeling a rush of warmth spread across her chest. |
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