Page 53 of Living for Truth
Morgan’s cheeks turn a bit pink. “I figured you wouldn’t have an entertainment center or a couch, and I wanted you to have a spot for your books, too. It’snothing, really. Olivia and her wife are renovating and were getting rid of some things.”
“Thank you, Morgan. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for all you’ve done for me.” Before I can overthink my actions, I wrap my arms around his squishy middle and hug him, pouring all of my gratitude into the embrace.
He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me and return my affections, making my heartbeat pick up.
“You don’t have to repay me, Hannah,” he mumbles into the crown of my head. “Whatever you need, I’ve got you.”
I need you to kiss me.
The thought comes out of nowhere, and as soon as I think it, I lean back slightly and try to convey without words how badly I want him to kiss me.
I watch his Adam's apple bob on a harsh swallow, and then he’s leaning down, closing the distance between our lips. I part my lips in anticipation and—
“Alright, Hanny Bannany, where should I put your—oh!” Sage bursts through the door with a box, which she promptly drops and covers her mouth. “Sorry. Am I interrupting something?”
I begrudgingly extract myself from Morgan’s arms, not so much embarrassed Sage caught us almost kissing, but more upset we were interrupted.
Again.
It seems the universe is making this the slowest slow burn of the century.
“Yes,” I murmur and give Morgan an apologetic smile. “Let’s get the trailer unloaded so wecan order lunch.”
“Oooh, I saw a nice little Indian food place on the corner. We should order from there!” Sage claps excitedly as we head back out to the trailer.
“Oh, Dosa House? It’s really good. The lamb saag is delicious. Even Aly likes their chicken tikka masala, and she’s not usually a fan of Indian food.” Morgan hefts two boxes of kitchenware up and effortlessly takes them up the stairs.
“Damn, he’s strong. Could really toss a girl around the bedroom.” Sage fans herself, and I scowl at her, making her laugh. “Not me, obviously. Don’t be a prude, babe. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it at least once.”
I pick up the box of cookware I took in the divorce but haven't unpacked since I moved home, shaking my head. Ihavethought about it,which is a new concept for me. What if I’m bad at sex? I’ve only ever been with Liam, and our sex life was two minute missionary and blow jobs. He went down on me twice before deciding it wasn’t pleasurable forhim,so he didn’t want to do it anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever even had an orgasm.
Sex also hurt because there was no foreplay, and he’d start thrusting into me before I was adequately prepped. I don’t even know if I can get wet, since we never explored long enough to find out. I remember asking Liam if we could use lube or something to make it less painful, but he just said a wife should always be ready for her husband. I didn’t bring it up again.
“I can feel you thinking from here,” Sage calls across the small studio as she places a box of bathroom stuff in the bathroom.
We walk back out to the trailer together, passing Morgan on our way, so I whisper, “What if I’m bad at sex?”
Sage gives me an incredulous look.
“I was married, sure, but Liam was so… clinical about sex. I was never even wet for him. And it was painful sometimes,” I explain.
Sage rolls her eyes and muttersfucking doucheunder her breathe. “I can’t say whether you’re good or bad at sex, babe. But I can tell you thatLiamwas bad at it if he wasn’t even preparing you for it. Something tells me Morgan wouldn’t be like that. Morgan seems like the type to eat pussy like his life depends on it and say ‘thank you’ after.”
“Sage!” I scold, glancing around to make sure Morgan didn’t hear her say that.
“Oh, please.” She rolls her eyes. “I bet he talks dirty, too. He seems like the type to be a gentleman in public but whisper absolute filth in your ear in the bedroom. Have you thought about what you’d like in the bedroom since leaving Liam?”
“I mean, not really. I know what interests me when I’m reading, but how do I know if it translates to real life?”
Sage tilts her head, thinking about it. “I think what turns you on when you read is a good indicator of what you’d like in real life. But you’ll never know if you don’t explore it.”
I mull over her words while we finish unloading the trailer.
“Alright, I’ll place the order for Dosa House. What do you guys want?” I ask, pulling out my phone.
After calling in the order, I offer to go grab it, but Sage says she wants to go check it out in person and offers to pick it up while I unpack the boxes. She’s out the door before I can protest, leaving me alone with Morgan.
I sit down on the floor in front of the entertainment center and start unpacking my books. Morgan settles onto the floor next to me and starts on another box.
