And no one can take that from me
What made you see this perspective? What radical notion ticked you over?
I’m intrigued. From what I’ve heard, this isn’t very Jeff Saltman like.
Boredom is the only answer you’ll get from me.
Then whoever you listened to doesn’t know me very well now do they?
Morgan’s chest was heaving. Being with Jeff was always a work out and she loved it. She got up and checked her phone, surprised to find a text from Vanessa. “Looks like my sister is going to be moving in with me soon.” She didn’t know why she was telling him, but it was too late to take it back. Morgan put the phone back in her jacket pocket and went back to the bed, kissing Jeff. “I should probably go. I’ve got to make my apartment ready for whenever Vanessa’s discharged from the hospital.” She got up, slipped her panties back on, and smoothed down her dress. It was a little wrinkled from having sex in it, but she didn’t really care. “We should do this again sometime,” Morgan said, smirking. “I may even cook for you next time.”
Laying on the bed, Jeff raised his hands, naked and spent. “Give her my love.” He laughed, but it was hollow. He could so easily ask to make this official, to make them an item again, but it wouldn’t work. Perhaps because she was different, or because he was. “Don’t forget to donate to the charity, it’s for a good cause.” He looked at her smooth down the dress. “And Morgan? I’ll eat anything you tell me to.”