“Yeah, let’s do it!” Morgan fidgeted, suddenly nervous but still tipsy enough to not let it consume him, “And…I’m just warning you. I’m kinda cold. And stuff shrinks when it’s cold, so, don’t judge me.”
Morgan had always been selfless. It was rather unique seeing as he was an only child and only children had a spoiled stigma attached to them. He attributed his selflessness to his mother. She was sweet and kind, and he remembered delivering turkey dinners to homeless folks every Thanksgiving and Christmas Day with her while his dad worked firefighting shifts. He was so selfless he’d cry in theater when his best friends got smaller parts them him because he didn’t want them to feel bad. When Morgan arrived in Brooksville, his selflessness became almost problematic (if it wasn’t already). At least that’s what his therapist told him. Problematic. Morgan’s therapist, Roger, had a mustache and pictures of his cats framed on the walls of his office. He was understanding and slow to speak, yet encouraged Morgan to push himself, and he really, really wanted Morgan to care about himself and his own needs. After months of sessions, Roger found the one part of Morgan that he held very securely and possessively to himself - sex, nudity, and his body image in general.
After some deep-diving and tears of frustration (from Morgan’s end, obviously), Roger encouraged Morgan to take some of the nervousness of nudity away by doing different things unclothed that wasn’t sex or sexual. He said it may help Morgan feel more excited and less nervous about himself when the moment finally arrived. Morgan wasn’t really sure what you could do without clothes on that wasn’t sexual or illegal, but he figured skinny-dipping was fun and probably fine.
He held Kinley’s hand in his, feeling the warmth and tension between them just from their palms and fingers touching. Morgan hoped Kinley wouldn’t expect more from him that night just because he’d suggested skinny-dipping. They were truly moving at a snail’s pace when it came to intimacy in their relationship, and Kinley was so good to him. Too good. Oftentimes, Morgan thought she deserved someone better who’d do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. There were plenty of guys at NYU that would give her the best nights of her life, and Morgan hoped he’d get to that blissful moment with Kinley before she caved and found it in someone else.
They walked exchanging playful banter back and forth with each other and listening to the waves and the voices at the bonfire as they got fainter and fainter. Soon, the flame was but a glimmer in the background, and Morgan kinda hoped they’d get back before Gage and the guys put it out and the beach fell to complete darkness. Still, in that moment, Morgan had Kinley. He had the light of the moon. He had quite a few drinks in him. And he felt decently ready.
“You don’t think fish’ll swim up between our butt cheeks do you?” He teased, peeling off his t-shirt. He’d gotten a tan he was pretty proud of. Morgan cleared his throat. Looking at Kinley and taking a deep breath before slipping out of his shorts and boxers and running into the water before she could get too good of a look at his goods, “Aha! Holy shit balls! It’s cold! C’mon babe!”
In New York, Kinley had a small group of good girl friends. She hung out with her roommates and some girls from the dance program, but other than that, she had her core-four. They would walk around the city together, study together. Kinley knew they had her back and she had theirs. It made her feel safe in such a big, scary city, so far, far away from home. One day, the five girls were doing homework in Central Park. They all had their coffees of choice and were sitting on blankets with their laptops, books, and snacks. They were asking Kinley how long she and Morgan had been together and how he was in bed, and she nervously giggled and told them that she had never slept with him. She let them giggle and gasp and she took the blame, saying she wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to expose that it was him who wasn’t. Slowly, one-by-one, it was revealed that it wasn’t actually her. She wanted to. They didn’t tell anyone though. They kept it private and they never mentioned it after Kinley confided in them. They never mentioned it to Morgan, and they never giggled when they saw him. She knew they were a good group of friends for that. Though no friendship could compare to that of Kylie, Kinley was happy to have some friends in New York besides Morgan. And she was excited to get back and tell them all about their skinny dipping and their adventures if Hawaii.
Once the bonfire was just a flicker, Kinley smiled wide. She hugged Morgan tightly and kissed him quick and he peeled his t-shirt off. Kinley covered her mouth as she giggled a little more. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” She squealed. She pulled her underwear off from under her dress and kicked it over to where Morgan’s shirt lied in the sand. He was already in the water when Kinley threw her hair into a ponytail and stripped out of her white sundress. Naked and free, she ran straight for the water, squealing the whole time. And once both of their bodies were in the water, she swam to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. “God, it’s cold,” she said, her body hanging from his neck, her chest pressed into his back. It seemed less intimate than her chest pressed into his. And to be completely honest, if Kinley had done so, she would’ve wanted to jump his bones right then.
They swam and splashed each other, and they tried not to get swept out to sea by the current. They joked about sharks swimming up and nibbling on their arms and legs and shrieked when they did feel fish at their feet. They were caught up in laughing and joking that they--er well at least Kinley--had forgotten that they were even naked. So when she swam over to him to hold him again, she pressed her chest to his and wrapped her legs around him. “I never wanna forget this night,” she whispered into his ear. The light of the moon illuminated Morgan’s cheeks and the droplets of water that hung onto his eyelashes caught Kinley’s attention the most. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to marry him one day. Absolute no doubt, and that comfortability rested easy on her chest. That comfortability was why she was okay waiting - though she was getting increasingly more impatient. “I love you,” she said, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She kissed his neck a couple times. She picked her head up to kiss his lips with one hand sliding down his chest, but he almost seemed hesitant, resistant... “Sorry,” Kinley retreated. She let go of Morgan and headed for the shore, embarrassed. She never should’ve tried in the first place.
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