Page 49 of Living for Truth
He clicks the garage button on the mirror of the car, and the garage door to a blueish gray house with white accents opens up.
It’sstunning.
There’s a three-car garage, and above the garage are two arched windows with white curtains on the inside. The lawn is perfectly manicured with a beautiful flower bed lining the literal white picket fence. That’s all I can see from my vantage point, and I’m excited to see the rest.
Morgan pulls in, and I notice an older looking pick up truck in one of the garage bays, but the third bay is empty except for a few tools and random boxes.
We exit the car and through the garage door is a small hallway. To the left, I see a laundry room, and to the right is a half staircase that leads to what I assume is the basement. We head directly into a large family room that’s painted a soft gray with gray oak floors. There’s a large black leather sectional and a TV stand with a large TV on it.
There’s another set of half stairs leading from the family room up to another floor where the dining room and kitchen are, as well as what looks like a small office right next to the front door.
The floors are the same as in the family room, the kitchen counters are a bright white marble over gray cabinets with stainless steel appliances. The kitchen has a massive island in the middle and plenty of cabinet space and room for cooking. There are pops of color in the form of floral accents that bring everything together.
“Wow, Morgan. Your home is stunning.” I set the food down on the kitchen counter while Morgan and Aly gather utensils and plates for us.
“Thank you. I can’t take too much credit for it. My mom and sisters decorated for the most part because I didn’t have the first clue about what to do.”
“Gigi and Aunt Livi didn’t want me to live in a ‘bachelor pad,’ so they made sure it looked nice,” Aly explains, and I chuckle at her candor.
“Should I take the food to the living room?” I ask, and Aly shakes her head.
“We’re going to the movie room! I’ll show you.” She picks up the plates and heads down the stairs, I follow as quickly as I can. Morgan doesn’t follow as she leads me down into the basement and into a dark room with a modular couch that can be put in different configurations.
“Do you want something to drink? We have juice, soda, and water,” Aly asks, pulling my attention to a full-on snack bar in the corner.
“Sure, thanks. Do you have Sprite?”
“Yep!” She produces the green can. “Dad likes them, too. Can you help me set out the blankets and arrange the couch?”
She directs me how she wants the couch, and I help her lay out some cozy blankets. When we’re done, Morgan comes in, having changed into an old Mustangs t-shirt and gray joggers.
I’m not an overtly sexual person. I get turned on, obviously, and I found Liam attractive, but I’ve never had desire course through my veins and my panties get wet or whatever the women in my books experience. Sex was always just something I knew a husband and wife should do. A way to make babies. A duty to fulfill.
But Morgan in a tight shirt and gray sweatpants apparently flipped a switch in my brain because I have to close my mouth to keep from drooling.
The t-shirt strains against the muscles on his arms and clings deliciously to the little pouch of belly on his stomach. His body is clearly an athlete’s body, but it’s not the kind of muscle you get from hours and hours in the gym. Parts of him are hard with muscle, but he’s soft in his tummy area—right where you want to snuggle into. The joggers hug his thick thighs and show off his… package. Which isn’t even hard. It’s justthere.Beckoning me through the gray fabric.
I’ve never wondered what a man’s cock looks like, but I’m very curious about Morgan’s. Which is a shocking revelation considering I’d never cared for my ex’s.
“Sorry, girls, I had to go check on the kitties and change my clothes. They’re safely closed away so they don’t try to steal our food. Let’s get this partystarted,” Morgan says, settling into the couch and effectively snapping me out of my state of arousal.
God that’s embarrassing.
I let Aly settle in before I do so she can have the spot she wants. I notice a small square of wood holding the food steady so it doesn’t spill all over the blankets. Smart.
We spend the rest of the day eating and laughing. We make guesses on who the villain actually is and keep a tally of who wins each round. Aly wins most of the time because she’s watched them more recently than I have.
I don’t remember the last time I had so much fun.
I zone out during one of the last episodes and imagine this is my life. I imagine this is how we spend lazy Saturdays. I imagine helping Aly get ready for school and planning activities for her during the summer. I imagine coming home from work and having Aly help me cook dinner for when Morgan gets home.
The thought that catches me off guard and snaps me back to the present is imagining me pregnant with Morgan’s baby.
I have no business imagining something I can never give him.
When Morgan and Aly drop me off that night, my thoughts swirl around me in a hazy cloud. Before I can move forward with Morgan, we need to be on the same page about our futures.
If we move forward, I need to know if he wants more kids because that’s not something I can give him.
