Morgan's POV

"So let me get this right." Jason started.

"Okay."

"You and... Hayley Duvall kissed on Christmas."

"Yes."

"For like an hour?"

"I didn't really keep tabs on the time but my guess is that yes, something around that amount of time." I took a sip of my frappuccino.

"And you haven't talked to her in two days?"

"No, she hasn't texted or called me in those two days. I'm just giving her space and time to think."

After our... make out session we just kind of awkwardly parted ways, she just left with a short goodbye that night. We didn't talk about it, I'm not sure why because of course I wanted to—but I feel like Hayley needed time to think about what happened.

Jason sighed.

"Morgan you're twenty six years old and still are as dense as you were years ago. You are a woman and yet don't understand them! Make it make sense."

"I don't get what you mean," I said kind of frustrated.

I know I'm dense I got that part and the other where he said I didn't understand woman—I know that as well.

What I don't know is what does it have to do with Hayley and what I'm telling him.

He ran a hand through his face and looked at me in the eyes. "Morgan, I know you have good intentions by giving her space to think. That's totally fine. But you need to let her know that you want to talk to her so she doesn't think she screwed up or that you are avoiding her. Talk to her, okay? Communication is important we are not kids anymore."

"So... what you are saying is that I should go to her house and demand for answers?"

"Not like that idiot! You sound like you're going to torture or kill her."

"Okay sorry, bad wording." I finished my frappuccino before speaking again. "You mean that I go and talk to her about what happened and how we feel about it."

"Yes."

"And if she doesn't want to talk to me?"

Jason scratched his chin in thought. "Try a few more times, you'll know when to stop, just respect her wishes."

"Noted." I stood up and started to head to the counter of the coffee shop.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked.

"I'm going to get her some donuts."

"Smart, food is the way to the heart!"

Let's hope it is to Hayley's as well.

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How should I do this?

I stood in front of Hayley's apartment door with a box of donuts in one hand. Pondering on whether should I knock once and come in as I usually do or knock and wait for her to open up.

Maybe for the moment the second option is the best one.

So I knocked three times and waited for the blonde to come and open up the door.

When she finally did open up she shut it close on my face after seeing it was me.

"Oh come on! Hayley please open up." I knocked again.

"I don't want to talk Morgan." Hayley said from the other side of the door.

"Please."

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"I brought donuts for you." At that she didn't respond for a few seconds—when I thought she was done answering me the doorknob moved and the door was opened again.

"Thanks," she grabbed the box from my hands and was about to close the door again when I stopped it with my feet.

"Hah!"

She groaned. "Morgan I don't want to talk right now!"

"Please, it's been two days since we... kissed. We have to talk about it."

"I— I don't..." when I heard her voice break I didn't waste time to open up the door completely and entering the apartment.

I took the box off her hands and put it away before going to her. Hayley was crying and I don't know why but it did make my heart clench to see her like that.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" I put my hands delicately over her face and wiped the few tears that were falling.

"I can't do this Morgan." She said with her voice barely loud enough to hear.

"Do what? Did I do something wrong?"

Hayley shook her head and sniffled. "I like you."

"Yeah I could tell from the way we kissed." I tried to lighten the mood a little at least and I felt successful when I got a tiny smile from her.

"I like you a lot, for some reason I fell for your goofy and annoying self, I can't explain how. But it doesn't matter because you're also my friend— the only friend that I got and... and relationships, they don't last with me—everybody just gets tired of me at some point sooner or later because I am 'too difficult to love' and I can't just risk the only person that actually seems to care even if it's just a little about me to pursue a relationship, I'm sorry Morgan."

"You're not difficult to love Hayley don't say that, that is not true. I could never get tired of you... you know me better than that. If anyone would get tired between the two of it would be you of me if we are being honest." We both chuckled at that last part.

"I don't want to lose you." Her teary green eyes looked at my grey ones with a heartbreaking look in them.

"You won't, those eight years of not knowing anything about you were hard. You were my friend and I didn't know if you were safe or doing fine. I'm not losing you again and you won't lose me either. You have to trust me Hayley." I moved a strand of hair from her face.

"I'm scared of how I feel about you."

"Me too. I didn't even realize how I really felt until you kissed me that night." I sighed and leaned my forehead against hers with my eyes closed.

"I don't want to screw this up Morgan." Hayley whispered. "I can be jealous, possessive and so insecure... there's a big part of me that is so so ugly."

I took her face again in my hands gently again. "We all have flaws Hayley but they don't make you less extraordinary and I assure you that none of them make me like you any less, it would be the opposite actually they make you who you are—and that's exactly why I like you. Because you are you."

Hayley kissed me right then—the kiss was more intense than the one on Christmas eve but I accepted it and poured as much want on it. Her soft lips were like clouds—no one had ever kissed me the way she had or make me feel what she was when doing it. I don't know how to describe it—it was confusing.

"Let me take you out on a date." I whispered against her lips. Her minty warm breath fawning over me.

I wanted to take this slow because I want it to do it right.

"Okay," she nodded and I kissed her again, but it was shorter this time.

I backed away a bit. "I brought donuts." I looked at the forgotten box on the coffee table.

"Did you bring the ones with rainbow sprinkles?"

"Go and find out." I smiled and pecked her before we both went for the box.

I tried to grab one after she did but Hayley swatted my hand. "Hey!"

"Those are mine." She said and took a bite from the sprinkled donut.

"But I bought them."

"Bought them for me."

"Can't you share?"

"No."

I groaned and fell to the couch settling with watching tv instead.

I should've ate one while I was outside the door.

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