Morgan gave him a big grin when he came upstairs to her, and shrugged playfully. She watched him for a moment, her eyes lighting up as she watched him strip too. "You said that you wanted more than kisses," she giggled playfully. She wanted him to know that she wasn't angry at him... if anything, it would just be that she was shocked. Nothing bad, not ever. She smiled softly to to him before running her hands up his chest and wrapping around his arms. "Now, not only is my boyfriend super handsome and clever... but he can also read minds," she grinned up at him,

He slowly moved his hands from her sides, running them down until he held her ass. "I've always been able to do that, but now you can use it as you just did now" He purred, pressing himself against her. He wanted so badly to just throw her onto the bed, but resisted and listened intently to her thoughts as he leaned in to kiss her

Morgan gave a small chuckle, rolling her eyes and gently pulling him back towards the bed and flopping down. She pressed her lips back to his playfully before pulling away and flashing him a clear smile. They didn't have to do anything, and she wanted him to know as much. "Maybe," she hummed softly. "But it's new to me," she mused lightly. She did wander if she'd have to keep her thoughts to herself... if that was even possible now. It was a little unsettling... she didn't like it, the fact that he could tell exactly what she was thinking, but she'd get used to it eventually.

"I'm assuming you have a plan or else you would't have asked me to come up here" He murmured in her ear. He let his hands slowly roam her body, memorizing every twist and curve with soft movements and gentle hands

Morgan grinned at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently pressed a kiss to his chin. "I have lots of plans," she giggled to him before leaning in again, her hand running softly though his hair. "But you should already know that, hm?" She asked happily to him, sort of rolling over so she was perching on his lap.

Caleb chuckled lightly, her hand on his head a comfort as he held her hips. He pressed his lips to hers, asking to deepen the kiss as her breath washed over him, sweet and loving

Morgan felt a grin tug at her lips as his hands settled firmly around her hips, pulling her closer. The way he deepened their kiss sent a soft flutter through her chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she melted into the moment. His warmth surrounded her, his familiar scent grounding her in a way that felt both thrilling and soothing. His rough hands contrasted perfectly against her soft skin, anchoring her in the present. It was simple, yet intoxicating—every touch, every breath, every second. She sighed softly into the kiss, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. He would know everything she was thinking... and at that moment, all she could think was how much she wished he couldn't. She wished he didn't know how much she loved his hands around her, how his scent and touch took her breath away.

Caleb broke the kiss. "I'm trying to ignore your thoughts, but when you yell I can't help but listen on" he half joked, kissing her again with a chuckle

Morgan groaned at his comment, a small laugh escaping her lips. She huffed and patted his chest, offering him a small smile. She hummed in thought, a blush across her cheeks. He could hear everything she was thinking. It was almost embarrassing. "Alright then Mr stalker," she giggled, running her hands back up his chest and flashing him a grin. "What am I thinking?" She pouted at him. You didn't have to be a mind reader to tell she was completely head over heels for him. To tell what such a simple touch did to her, or how much she wanted... well, him she supposed.

"Me" He murmured. "My breath, my hands, my skin on yours" He breathed, rubbing her back softly. He wished they never had to leave this spot, this moment for anything important like school or sleep. He wanted to love her and then hold her as she slept. He wanted to keep her safe from everything, even nightmares and imaginary things that may emotionally or mentally hurt her. He wanted to curl around her, hold her tight, and whisper to her how much he loved her. "I'll try to ignore your thoughts. I promise." He insisted, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers, palm-to-palm