Eighteenth Birthday 2

 "Morgan, Morgan, Morgan...." I found the number and tapped it, but just before it started ringing, I turned it off. I couldn't ask Morgan to come. Who then? Liam? No. I had regretted it every second I had told him I wanted to go out with him, with the way he kept and smiled widely whenever he saw me. Morgan didn't like him, but whose fault was it? By staying with Morgan, I would hurt Liam. I knew that much. But by staying with Liam, u would hurt myself and Morgan, and I would never be able to look into Morgan's eyes again.

 "Hello?" I said, after he picked.

 "Samantha.” His voice was normal, like the silk it was normally.

 "Party at my house?" There was a pause.

 "I am already there." He answered, just as the door opened. I turned. Morgan was standing there, a large package in his hand, but the one thing that took my breath away was he himself. 

          He was wearing black jeans with high top sneakers, a lavender shirt under his black leather jacket, his hair styled the bad boy type. He was beautiful, and he started to sing, just like my dad had, but his voice was much better. He sang, walking to me, taking each step carefully. 

"How did you get here?" 

He shrugged. "I am the man of the event today. And it doesn't matter what you told Liam, its gonna be just you and I."

 "How do you know that?"

 He placed a slender hand on my lips. "Shh... Happy eighteenth birthday, Samantha. I hope you fall in love with everything that comes after today." He said, an intent look in his eyes.

 "Thank you." 

         He moved closer, leaned in, one hand supporting my waist, and the other cupping my cheek. 

"Your first kiss is going to be one to remember."

          I had a feeling it had a double meaning, but I couldn’t think much over it, as he pressed his lips to mine. I found it extremely embarrassing that I immediately opened my mouth submitting myself to him with a sigh. We were going to party, and lots more, all with my best friend.

           We talked for a long time, ate, danced, did everything normal people would do in a party filled with people, but minding that it was just he and I. It didn’t bother me at all. It was literally the best birthday. And once the sun started to go down, the party became less of a party and more of a make out session. 

          One that led us upstairs, one I knew was going to lead to awkwardness between friends the next morning I ng, but Was too heavily involved with to hold back, or stop. I wanted this, every bit of it. When he laid me down, on my own bed, he asked, hovering on top of me, shirtless. I had never seen him shirtless, and I took the time to admire it, before nodding. 

"Good " he said, and crashed into me. For me, the night had been too quick. Of course, For someone who wanted it to last forever, one night was way too small. 

"Good morning." I said, as his eyes opened gradually, his beautiful curved lashes fluttering. I knew and expected it to be awkward.