Morgan is lying on top of me, still catching her breath. And just here, under her, I’m basking in the afterglow of my latest orgasm, tracing lazy patterns on her back.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I feel euphoric. Like I’m hopped up on drugs.

I remember this time when I was at Columbia, and Coop and Dom came to visit. Coop hooked up with this chick who turned out to be big into her drugs. Anyway, she took us to this party, and she gave us each an ecstasy pill—which, of course, was a very wrong thing to do.

Don’t do drugs, kids! Stay in school!

Anyway, I’d never done ecstasy before. I’d smoked weed and snorted coke a couple of times, but I’d never popped pills. But I thought, Fuck it, so I swallowed it down. At first, nothing happened, and then, all of a sudden, it was like everything changed. Everything became clearer and brighter. Like the whole world was in Technicolor.

I loved everything and everyone. I’m pretty sure I even told a homeless guy that I loved him and that he should come stay with me in my dorm after we left the club.

Basically, I was as high as a kite.

But, for that brief time, I felt fucking awesome.

And that’s how I feel right now, here with Morgan. Only this time, I don’t need to take drugs to reach that high.

All I need is her.

I know some of the way I’m feeling right now probably has to do with all the oxytocin and endorphins constantly flooding my system at the moment. But I also know that it is because of Morgan.

She’s perfect.

Honestly, everything she does is awesome.

She could fart, and I swear, I’d smell roses.

And you know what? I’m not even scared of the effect she’s having on me.

It’s in fact the total opposite.

I frigging love the effect she has on me.

Seriously, who knew another person could make you feel this way? Like I’m a king who’s permanently high on ecstasy.

I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on all these years.

“You okay under there?” Morgan mumbles against my chest. “I’m not squashing you, am I?”

Laughter rumbles in my chest. “You weigh about a buck twenty, babe. I bench-press twice that at the gym. So, no, you’re not squashing me.”

She peels herself off my chest and sits up.

I can see her eyes carefully assessing me as she starts to chew on the inside of her cheek. “Wilder, I weigh one thirty-five on a good day. Is that gonna be a problem?”

My brows shove together in confusion. “No. But I’m interested to know why you think it would be.”

She shrugs, her eyes moving from me to stare out the window.

I sit up and take her chin in my hand. I tug her face back around to mine.

“What’s going on, babe?”

“Nothing.”

She says nothing, but there’s clearly something. Aside from the fact that she’s practically gnawing off the inside of her cheek, she can barely look at me.

Does she have body issues?

I wouldn’t have thought so. She hasn’t tried to hide herself from me. But I definitely know something is bothering her.

“Babe, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Your body is off the charts.” I let my eyes roam down her, taking her in, and my dick starts to harden in response. I grab her hand and put it against my cock. “You feel that? I came about ten minutes ago, and I’m hard as stone already. That is all you.”

Her eyes dip to my cock. Then, she lifts them back to me.

She exhales a slow breath, and then she leans in and kisses me.

I sink my hand into her hair, fisting it as I deepen the kiss, taking control.

I drag my mouth down her neck. “I can’t get enough of you,” I say against her soft skin. “It’s never been this way for me before.”

“Me either,” she whispers.

I lift my mouth back to hers, and our lips crash together.

This kiss isn’t about sex even though I could definitely go again.

It’s about something more. Something deeper.

She kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my eyelid, my forehead, peppering me with kisses.

Then, her stomach rumbles loudly, breaking the moment.

“Shit, sorry.” She laughs, pressing her hand to it.

“You hungry?” I chuckle.

“I guess I am.”

“Let’s feed you then. What are you in the mood for? We’ll order in.”

She cocks a brow at me. “Don’t you ever cook?”

“Not unless I have to.”

“And when have you ever had to?”

I think this over, tapping my finger to my lips. “Um…the 2011 blizzard. No one was delivering.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Come on, let’s cook something. It’ll be fun.” She climbs off me and goes to retrieve my T-shirt off the floor before pulling it on.

I frown. “I can think of more fun things to do.”

Her hands go to her hips. “Such as?”

“Order in.”

“Stop being a lazy ass. Come on,” she coaxes.

Sighing, I get to my feet. Guess I’m gonna need clothes as well if she’s making me cook. I look around for my pajama pants, but I can’t see them.

“I’m just gonna grab some pants. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” I slap her ass as I pass her, making her squeal.

Smiling all the way to my bedroom, I grab some clean pants and then dip into the bathroom to give my teeth a quick brush.

When I get to the kitchen, she’s sitting on the counter with a glass of water, waiting for me.

I go over to her, positioning myself between her legs. I take the glass from her and have a drink before handing it back to her.

“So, what are we making?” I ask her.

She puts the glass down. “How do you feel about waffles?”

“It’s the food of gods.”

She smiles. “Well, I was thinking I could make us banana waffles with Nutella if you have any. I make the best banana waffles known to man.”

“Marry me,” I say.

She laughs.

But I’m only half-kidding.

She makes waffles and fucks like a porn star.

She’s frigging perfect.

She presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. Then, she hops down off the counter, and we get to work.

Morgan’s just mixing up the waffle batter when my phone chimes a text.

It’s Coop in our group chat.

Coop: What’s the plan for tonight? We doing the usual?

Shit. It’s Saturday. Boys’ night. I didn’t even think about it.

“Everything all right?” Morgan asks.

I realize I’ve been staring at my phone for a while.

“Yeah, fine. It’s just Coop.”

I look back at my phone and tap out a reply.

Me: I can’t make it tonight. Sorry, guys. Next week for sure.

He replies a few seconds later.

Coop: You’d better be either dying or getting your cock serviced by a porn star if you’re ducking out on tonight.

I chuckle to myself and glance over at Morgan, who’s pouring the batter onto the waffle maker.

Me: No, to the first. And, yes, to the second but not by a porn star.

By someone way, way better than a porn star.

Coop: You’re off the hook. You can tell me all the deets at brunch tomorrow.

I hesitate. I don’t want to flake out on my boys twice in a row. But I’ve got Morgan here. If I go to brunch, she’ll leave, and I don’t know when she’ll come back.

“You’re awfully quiet over there. Are you just pretending to text to get out of cooking?”

I lift my eyes to her smiling ones.

“Me? Never. No, I’m just texting Coop about tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“I, um…I always have brunch with him and Dom on Sunday.”

“Okay. Cool. I can head off first thing.”

“Or you can come with me.”

Her eyes flash with surprise. Honestly, I surprised myself by saying it. But I don’t want to take it back either. I want her to come with me.

“I don’t want to intrude.”

Putting my phone down, I walk over to her. The smell of waffles fills my nose.

“You wouldn’t be intruding. You know Coop and Dom. And it’d be good for you all to catch up. It’s been a while.”

She’s staring up at me, chewing on the inside of her cheek, indecision in her eyes. “Okay. But only if it’s okay with them.”

I kiss her forehead. “It will be.”

I retrieve my phone from the counter. There’s a message from Dom now that makes me laugh.

Dom: I’m still on for tonight. Unlike Cross, who’s ditching us for pussy.

Me: Jealous much? And it’s funny how you’ve forgotten that time when you ditched us two weeks in a row because you were too busy banging that dental hygienist from Springfield.

Coop: He’s got you there, Dom.

Dom replies with the middle finger emoji.

I snigger and then tap out a reply.

Me: I’ll see you both at brunch tomorrow. And I’m bringing a friend.

Coop: Is it the current cock servicer by any chance?

Me: Maybe.

Coop: And does this cock servicer go by the name of Morgan by any chance?

My eyes scan the kitchen, like I expect Coop to jump out at any second.

Me: Maybe.

Coop: Ha! I fucking knew it. Dom, you owe me ten Gs.

Me: Um, what?

Dom: Ah, for fuck’s sake. You could’ve kept it zipped, Wilder. You just cost me ten grand.

Me: Does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?

Coop: I bet Dom ten Gs that you’d nail Morgan in Thailand. He said you wouldn’t. Thus, he loses.

Me: Who said I nailed Morgan in Thailand?

Dom: You saying you didn’t, Wild? Because I’ve got ten grand riding on this.

Me: I seriously can’t believe you assholes bet ten Gs on Morgan and me hooking up. You’re a pair of pricks.

Coop: You’re surprised? This is me and Dom you’re talking about.

Me: True.

Dom: So…

Me: You owe the man ten grand.

Dom: For fuck’s sake. I’ll pay you tonight, Coop.

Coop: ☺ See you tomorrow, Wild. And tell Morgan I said hi. Oh, wait, don’t bother. I’ll just tell her myself at brunch tomorrow.

I reply with the middle finger emoji and shut off my phone.

The smell of waffles wafts under my nose, and I glance up to see Morgan walking toward me, two plates of waffles in her hands.

I give her a guilty look. “Shit. Sorry, babe. I didn’t exactly help.”

“It’s okay.” She hands me my plate and heads for the kitchen door. “You can just pay me back later in orgasms.”

See? Didn’t I tell you she was frigging perfect?

My gorgeous waffle girl.