Chapter 8 #2
It allowed her to think. Mistress Julie had been working with her on thinking through why people might act or react a certain way to various situations, to help her understand. This was the perfect time to apply some of those techniques.
She wasn’t going to assume Asad was bowing to anyone else’s edicts.
That wasn’t really the kind of person he was.
That was part of why this trip had been so appealing.
He was respectful of her, but he’d never been overly protective, and he’d treated her like any other submissive in the club, even when they scened.
Some of the Doms tiptoed around her when they scened with her, as though her past meant she was going to melt down at any moment.
She understood their trepidation, but it made it hard to enjoy those scenes.
That had never been a problem with Asad.
That was why it was even more ridiculous to think that someone would tell him not to scene with her or be intimate with her this week. They’d done plenty of scenes in the past. Just because they were away from everyone this week…
She was getting mad again without knowing if that was the root of the problem.
It was far more likely that any amorous intent had been squashed by the dinner with his family. She completely understood if that was the case. Everyone had been trying… but it had been a very uncomfortable dinner. And the revelations afterward had hurt her heart.
While she wanted to comfort Asad, it was very possible he just wanted to be left alone. He had certainly seemed stressed.
The feeling of rejection faded as she finished rubbing lotion into her face.
There. She felt much better now.
The whole world didn’t revolve around her. Despite what Sam had said, there was every reason to think that Asad’s actions were connected to his family and the dinner.
Taking off her fuzzy headband, Morgan quickly stuffed her hair in the bonnet she wore to help keep her curls under control before opening the door and peeking out.
The whole room was dark, and she could hear Asad’s even breathing.
He’d fallen asleep. She sighed. Definitely no orgasms tonight…
unless she wanted to masturbate right next to him while he was sleeping—which felt odd—or in the bathroom, which sounded uncomfortable.
Which was probably for the best since she was all ready for bed as well.
Turning out the light, she crept through the darkness, using the dim light from her phone screen to find her way to her side of the bed.
Plugging the device in, she slipped between the covers.
The king size bed was more than big enough to fit both of them, and it felt like Asad was very far away on the other side of it.
She was tempted to reach out and touch him just because she could, but she didn’t want to wake him.
Yawning, she realized her breathing was starting to match his, her eyelids getting heavy in the darkness.
It didn’t feel odd to be in bed with someone else.
It felt rather nice to know she wasn’t alone and that she could reach out to touch him if she chose to.
Even though she wasn’t right now.
But she wanted to.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see that he was facing away from her, and she had the oddest urge to scoot up behind him and curve her body around his, hugging his back to her front.
Spooning. That’s what it was called. She wanted to make him the little spoon even though he was a lot bigger than her, and men were supposed to be the big spoon.
No, not ‘supposed to be.’ Can be. They don’t have to be. There’s no gender to spoons.
Sometimes, her upbringing or her training with Master Richard came through in the oddest ways, ways she was still working on recognizing.
She didn’t know who to blame for that one.
Master Richard had certainly never been interested in spooning, and her parents would have never talked about something like spooning.
I can be the big spoon if I want to be.
The thought was defiant. Rebellious even. She smiled and closed her eyes, yawning again before her smile fell away. The urge to cuddle Asad was still there.
He’d said he wanted a fake girlfriend to keep his mom from trying to hook him up with someone, but after tonight, Morgan thought it might be more than that.
He was here for his brother’s wedding, and although it was clear he loved his brother, there was also a lot of tension there, as well as a lot of tension between him and his parents.
Maybe what he’d really wanted was someone here for him.
Which meant this wasn’t just about getting his mom to leave him alone but also about supporting him.
An odd feeling of warmth rushed through her.
It was the same feeling she’d gotten when she’d realized Brian actually did require a roommate and that the offer hadn’t been made out of pity.
Asad really did need her. While she didn’t think she’d be able to do anything for the relationship he had with his family, she could be here for him as his friend and help him through the week.
Whatever he needed, she’d be there for it.
It wasn’t that she was happy he had a strained relationship with his family, of course, it was just…
it felt nice to be needed. To be able to be there for someone instead of everyone being there for her without allowing her to reciprocate.
Still smiling, Morgan hugged her pillow and dropped off to sleep.