Chapter Nine

As I made another sift through the photo box sitting on my lap, I found the pictures I thought had long been thrown away. Morgan had a dirty mind, but he surprised me one day after a few weeks of dating with naked pictures of himself. At first, I thought they were a gag gift, he had photoshopped himself on some model's body, but I soon realized by the disappointment on his face they were, in fact, of him. At least I thought they were a model's body!

Nostalgia ran through my body as I remembered every single curve of his body, something I would never forget. He had an amazing body, even if some would have looked down upon it. He wasn't rocking some killer abs, and he wasn't throwing muscle out the window. He had a bit of a belly, but it was cute, like a teddy bear. He also had skinny arms and skinny legs, but they all worked well together. I thought he was beautiful, more beautiful than those models you saw in the movies.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him after seeing those pictures, something inside of me just wanted more. So on a rainy day in September, I made my move. It was the first of many, but I had finally found the courage to love him and show him I loved him.

We were sitting in the field, watching the stars burning brightly in the sky. I had never just sat under the stars and watched them, but Morgan had convinced me, saying they all had a story to tell. He went on about how each star was actually no longer alive. They had burst in galaxies far away. I always thought that was a myth.  If it was true, then how was it possible that there were millions of stars in the sky every night?

I just put my head on his chest and watched, amused by the way he talked about them. He drew out some of the constellations with his hand, something I didn't even know about. The big dipper seemed to be one of the most prominent ones, but he said every night was different. I loved when he talked about these kinds of things because it made me feel less like a nerd when someone else knew smart stuff.

The first few droplets started later on in the night, but we ignored them for the comfort we were giving each other. My face was getting slightly damp, but soon it was no longer sprinkling. The rain started pouring down, we both flung up out of our spot and started running towards the car. Screaming the entire way, I tried opening the door to get inside, but the door was locked.

"MORGAN! Open the door, I'm getting soaked out here! Hurry up!" My clothes were soaking wet from the downpour, and I looked back only to find that I could not see him anywhere. That’s when I started to panic. "MORGAN!"

I felt someone wrap their arms around me and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine, our wet clothes sticking together as he passionately kissed me against the car. Even though I was slightly uncomfortable, I let him continue. Everyone always talked about kissing in the rain, but I really didn't know how romantic and amazing it was until it was happening to me.

Our fingers entwined as we continued to kiss, our bodies moving together in rhythm. He unlocked the doors with the key fob and opened the door, gesturing for me to get in. I quickly jumped inside, before taking my wet sweater off and tossing it in the back. As Morgan got inside, he quickly turned the car on then cranked up the heat.

"That was..." I couldn't finish my sentence, I was just so amused by what had happened, I wondered if it would ever happen again.

"You're a really good kisser, I think you've had practice." His legendary smirk came out as he teased me, giving me a look.

I just laughed, because I didn't know what to say. I could have lied, but he really was the first boy I had ever kissed. He tasted like bubble gum and taffy, a weird combination, but it worked for him. I always envisioned he would taste like cotton candy, mainly because I thought he was so sweet and cotton candy was always my favourite sweet thing to eat. I was wrong, but it wasn't really a problem.

"We should probably get home soon and take a hot shower to heat ourselves up. I didn't really think about it while you were standing there, but I guess hypothermia is a problem." He laughed lightly, but my thoughts were somewhere else because that kiss had really been amazing. It was at that moment, I think I fell in love with him. I had never felt this way about anyone and even though it had only been a few weeks, I wanted him around all the time. Maybe my parents would even like him, if not anyone else.

"Morgan... pull the car over."

He gave me a look, but I just repeated myself. He looked kind of nervous, "Is everything alright?"

"Just... just pull the car over." I couldn't second guess myself now, it was now or never.

He pulled the car over and, without second guessing myself, I pulled him into the back of the car. It was clumsy and sloppy, but amazing. My hands ran through his hair with my fingers caressing his scalp as I kissed him, pushing his body against the window. I just wanted him right now, and I wanted him all to myself, no compromising.

The next thing I remember doing was taking his shirt off, kissing his neck as I did so. My hands found each and every curve of his body, and it was at this moment I realized I was hungry.It was the hunger of wanting, needing to be as close to him as possible boiling within me like a craving I had been feelingthis entire time finally erupting in a way I couldn’t control. Within a few minutes, we were both naked, with him lying on top of me. He smirked down at me, "Are... are we really doing this?"

I wanted to stop myself but at the same time I didn't want to stop anything.

I just wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Make love to me, Morgan."