The Truth Hurts

25 │body language

Looking up at the ceiling, Kandice tugs on the sheets tucked around her waist as her bare back reflects from the mirror mounted onto the dresser across the bed. She lets out a loud moan before rolling off of Morgan to lie next to him, pulling up the sheets to cover her breasts.

Morgan places his hand on his chest, his body chiseled to perfection, and looks over at her. "Damn, could you be any louder? You know my parents are home."

She glares at him. "Maybe you should get your own place then."

"Maybe I should just quit having you over."

"Tell me." She turns to her side and lightly runs her fingers across his abs, biting her bottom lip. She stares into his eyes. "Who really loses in that scenario?"

He smiles and reaches over to tightly grab her arms, dragging her back down as they kiss. He pulls up the sheets when—

Knocking comes from the door.

"Shit." He mumbles, pushing her off. He leans over the side of the bed and grabs his jeans from the floor. "I told you."

She rolls her eyes, leaning against the headboard carelessly. Still nude under the sheets.

Someone knocks again before the handle turns and the door slowly opens. "Morgan?"

Morgan jumps to his feet, hurriedly pulling his pants up to his waist and turns to the door to see Riley.

"Oh hey." Riley sees Morgan buttoning up his pants and then glances over at Kandice, who waves nonchalant. "Hello."

Smiling, she bites her nail flirtatiously. She has always had a thing for Riley, especially now that he is with Casey. In her eyes, there's nothing better than a good challenge. "Hey, Riley."

Riley quickly looks away from her, turning back to face Morgan.

"What's up?" Morgan asks.

"Can we talk?" Riley shoots a quick glimpse at Kandice. "Alone?"

Nodding, Morgan walks over to the door. "Sure, man."

Kandice grabs his shirt from the floor, letting part of the sheet drop from her chest as she leans over, and tosses it at Morgan's back.

He turns around and glances down at the balled-up shirt before picking it up. He slips it on over her head and notices the way she is staring at Riley, who pays her no attention as he faces the hallway.

"Will you put on some clothes?" Morgan scoffs before leading Riley out of the room and closing the door behind him.

They walk a few feet down the hallway before Morgan stops just short of the living room. He hears the TV playing and peeks his head out to see his father passed out on the couch in front of it. He turns to Riley, his voice lowered to a whisper. "What's up?"

"Have you heard from Cesar?" Riley asks, clearly worried.

"Not really. Why?"

"I've been texting and calling him for the past week." Riley sighs, glancing down the hallway. "He hasn't been showing up to class and well, especially after what happened to Julia, I'm getting kinda worried."

Morgan shakes his head. "I'm sure the guy is fine. Randy told me he has been working out with him the past couple of days at his apartments."

"I'm just worried about him. I mean, he cut off everyone from that night. He has no one to talk to about it."

Crossing his arms, Morgan's tone quickly grows defensive. "He shouldn't want to talk about it. We can't change what happened that night, Riley. It's over. There's no reason to keep bringing it up."