The girl gasped at his comment. "Me!? A theif? Absolutely not," she teased as she moved to straddle him, her eyes light as she leaned in to peck his lips. She soon enough flipped back down, though. "Do you not want your adoring girlfriend to be comfortable?" She accused playfully.

"Of course I do" He protested with a smile. He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him again. He liked the way her weight felt on him. It was comforting and something relaxing to him. "Next thing will be you wearing one of my sweatshirts to school. Not that I mind."

Morgan huffed out a breath when he placed her on top of him again, but chuckled and went to lay down, her legs flopping between his. When he mentioned wearing his stuff to school, she shrugged and gave him a curious look. "I dunno," she hummed softly to him, a bit of a smile crossing her face. "If I wore your stuff, everyone would know I was your girlfriend," she giggled, acrually rather like the idea. She got to show off that he was all hers... it made her smile to say the least.

"Then my closet is open to you" He stated simply, rubbing her back like he did when he was listening. It was an automatic thing now, and he was listening to her mental voice, wondering what she might be thinking. "Before dinner you asked me my last name and about my parents. Is there anything else?" He asked, ejoying the questions she asked him

Morgan felt a grin split her face after a moment, a silly, childish giggle escaping her. "Oh, your closet is open to me, is it?" She asked with a laugh. "That's very dangerous, Caleb," she giggled happily. She hummed in thought when he asked for more questions. She raised a soft brow at him, though shrugged. "I'm not sure..." she murmured thoughtfully. "Well, why don't you like your friends?" She asked curiously,

"You're not all that scary as long as I don't come home to my closet being full of bright colors" He teased, smiling. As she thought, he waited and cleared his mind of everything but her. When she asked him about his friends, he shrugged. "They're honestly a bunch of controlling assholes" He said simply. "Next question"

Morgan grinned at him, shrugging softly. "Well, then. My next shopping trip is just gonna be buying you thinks for your closet," she giggled. She listened to him when henentioned his friends... he really didn't seem to like them, like at all. "Controlling assholes," she repeated curiously. She hummed and gave a little bit of a shrug. "Okayy... I don't know what else to ask," she mused softly. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

Caleb froze and sighed, closing his eyes. It wasn't like he didn't want to tell her, he just didn't know how. He didn't respond for a moment, toying with the wording. "Yes and no"

Morgan raised a curious brow at him, her head slightly cocked. "Yes and no?" She asked furiously her head slightly cocked. "Tell me anything you'd like," she whispered gently, her eyes soft. She didn't mind, really... as long as it made him happy. Made him feel safe and comfortable like he was really wanted with her.

"It's not a huge thing, so don't freak out. I can......kinda...read minds" He admitted, letting go of her in case she wanted to.....he really didn't know. "Like I said, not a huge thing but something you should know if you're my girlfriend" He added quickly, nervous