Morgan POV

Tricia held me as we walked up the stairs. She felt like she was holding me, but no, I was holding her.

"You told me that you feel sleepy," I said, and she nodded.

"But I couldn't sleep, so I walked down to the kitchen," she said, and I nodded my head.

I pushed open the door and raised her up to my arms. Using one hand, I closed the door.

"Morgan," Tricia called, sleeping.

I smiled and placed her on the bed.

She pulled me as I wanted to get up, and soon our lips met, ...