~ Mature scenes ahead ~
Helen Hawthorne
I was exhausted from the long day at work. My feet ached, my back was stiff, and I could feel a dull throbbing in my head. But despite the fatigue, there was a skip in my step as I walked the last block to my front door. I had been anticipating this moment for weeks, and my heart raced as I thought about what might be on the other side of that door.
Finally, I reached the entrance and opened it slowly, a tiny smile already forming on my lips in anticipation. There, standing in the fading daylight, was Morgan. He had a devilish smile, which seemed to make me forget the long day I'd just had. He was dressed in a leather jacket, a black shirt and dark jeans that fit his muscular frame perfectly. His brown eyes gleamed in the twilight as he looked up
