Katie groans, pressing her face further into the flat pillow under her head. Her body aches but it's nothing she can't handle. She groans again, rolling on her front with her head facing away from the window, her eyelids feel so incredibly heavy. She brings her leg up, grunting when her knee hits something.

She forces her eyes open, her face going bright red when she sees that she's nude and that she's laying next to an equally naked Morgan passed out on his front. Her heart leaps into her throat as she stands, slowly making her way to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

She hooked up with Morgan.

She can't fucking believe it.

After her long hot shower, she wraps a towel around her wet body and pads her way to her bag to get dressed for the day.

Morgan's tired eyes flutter open and go to the girl bent over, digging through her bag. The towel is too short, he can see everything. Out of respect, he covers his eyes and lays on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

A few minutes later, Katie comes back out fully dressed in a pair of overalls with ripped knees and a simple tank top. "Mornin' sunshine." She mumbles, pulling her laptop out of her bag. She sits criss-cross on the bed as she checks her work emails.

"Mmm... Mornin'." He breathes as he stretches, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Little early to be workin' huh?"

He isn't expecting an answer as he turns back on his side, his hand resting on the knee poking out of her ripped jeans. She glances down at his hand then back to the screen. "Don't get no time off."

He sighs to himself. He missed Katie, he honestly did. Maybe they can act like nothing happened as they spend the day in Pensacola or maybe they can keep messing around while they're in Florida.

She bites her lip then looks at him. "I- I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"With what?"

"I know we hooked up but I- I'm your manager."

Morgan bites his lip to hide a scowl. He stands to pull his underwear back on. "Don't worry. It meant nothin' to me." It comes out meaner than he was intending.

Katie rolls her lips in her mouth. "We got a show to get ready for."

Morgan knows he just hurt her feelings. He hates being that guy, really. Hurting her hurts him.

He just grabs an armful of clothes and heads to the bathroom, taking an extremely long shower to help gather his thoughts.

+++

It's awkward now.

'It takes a lot for me to feel awkward' my ass.

Katie admits she's been pulling away from him but only because he won't talk to her or look at her.

She beat him back to their hotel room, not surprising. He probably went bar hopping or something after the show.

He quietly shuts the door behind him and sighs when he kicks his boots off. He looks over at Kate and assumes she's asleep by the way she's curled up on her side. He hesitantly lays next to her, trying to keep some distance between them.

He looks at her when she turns on her back, her hair falling over her face. He reaches over and moves a strand out of her way. He sighs quietly, his heart aching.

He still wants her in his life, just as a fuck buddy or whatever, he still wants her.

He knows he said that it meant nothing but it meant something. It means that they still have that connection.

Morgan can't help himself as he kisses her cheek softly then down her neck. She hums softly, her eyes twitching behind her lids. He moves to her exposed shoulder- she's wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts to sleep in- and kisses her skin, slowly moving the strap out of his way.

"Mm- Morgan?" He pulls back slightly, looking down at her in the dark. "What- what're you doin'?" He doesn't say anything as he continues kissing her neck and shoulder. She lets a soft moan out when he reaches that spot behind her ear.

He's silent still as he pulls the sheets down, his hand resting against the side of her neck. Her breathing becomes shallow and her eyes flutter shut.

When he starts kissing down her chest, she threads her fingers through his hair, spreading her legs on either side of his hips, biting her lip.

She tugs on the belt looped through his jeans then starts unbuttoning his shirt. He stands to kick his blue jeans off, his shirt following. Kate sits up and pulls her tank top off with her shorts following.

+++

"Holy shit." Taylor gasps, covering her full mouth with her hand. "You slept with him?"

"Twice." Kate looks down. "The first time we were drunk but the second time- the second time I didn't stop him."

"You didn't stop him? What happened?" Taylor's green eyes lock with Kate's brown ones.

She tells him everything, shyly looking down at her half eaten meal. "Tour is gonna be awful."

"Just act like it don't bother you. I know it's easier said than done but you're strong. You got this."

"Thanks." She checks her phone. "Shit, I gotta get back to work."

"Good luck with that tour! Keep me updated!" Taylor shouts after her, waving her off.

Kate waves back then she's walking down the sidewalk back to Big Loud.

She sighs heavily as she stands at her desk, organizing her paperwork for tour. There's a knock on her door. "What?" She answers monotoned.

"It's me." Morgan says from the other side. "Can I come in?"

"Uh," She hesitates but her best friends words swell in her mind.

Just act like it doesn't bother you.

You're strong.

You got this.

"Yeah, c'mon in."

He pokes his head in. "I just need the, uh, itinerary for the tour."

"Oh, shit. That's right." She runs a hand through her hair as she sits in her chair. "I just gotta print it out."

Morgan nods and leans against the doorframe, looking her over. She's wearing a button down shirt tucked into a pair of slacks and her heels are kicked off under her desk. She's got her pretty hair clipped up in a butterfly clip and her glasses on. She looks pretty; professional.

He's totally into it.

It's a teacher vibe for sure.

She clears her throat as she turns in her chair to the printer behind her. "Here." She hands him the itinerary. "The bus'll swing by and pick you up Thursday at three."

"P.M?"

"No. A.M." She sighs slightly. "You can't be late this time, Morgan. We gotta be in Savannah that night."

He groans then nods. "Is there- can I just sleep on the bus? I don't wanna get up that early."

Kate laughs, leaning back in her chair. "You're goofy." She looks down at her keyboard, running her thumb across the edge of it. "I'll tell you what."

"What's that?"

"You can crash on my couch for the night, if you want."

He raises his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. It'll be like old times without the hookin' up and drinkin'." She blushes at herself. "I'll text you my address, if you wanna."

"Sure." He nods. "Yeah." He stands. "I'll see you."

"Thursday!" She shouts after him.

Kate sighs as she closes out her computer. She slings her purse over her shoulder then heads out to her SUV, ready to go home.

+++

As Kate is relaxing on her couch in her robe with a glass of wine, there's a knock on her door. She pulls a face as she gets up, her bare feet against the wood floor.

She doesn't get any visitors, she doesn't want any visitors.

"Morgan?" She's surprised. She didn't think he'd actually take her up on her offer. "Hey."

"Did you forget?" He asks, looking her over.

"No I just- come on in." She steps aside and closes the door behind him. "I'll get bedclothes for you." She sets her wine down and heads to the hall closet. "You hungry? I can make you somethin' to eat."

"If you want." He shrugs, kicking his boots off.

Morgan looks around her house. It's exactly how he pictured it.

It's rustic and homey. She has pictures neatly nailed to her walls, a plaid couch with a matching armchair that's currently holding her purse, a jacket and a couple sweatshirts. She's got flowers in a vase on the tv stand and her laptop and phone on the rustic barn wood coffee table.

Kate returns shortly with a couple slices of pizza and some tater tots. Morgan laughs at the combo then sits on the couch.

"You got a real nice place, Katie." He says, sneaking a sip of her wine. He pulls a face. "Since when do you drink wine?"

"It's the cheap stuff." She shrugs. "Gets the job done." She smiles as she picks her her glass up. "You want some?"

"Got any beer?"

"No, you know I don't like beer." She smiles. "I got whiskey, some moonshine I haven't opened yet and my wine."

"What kind of moonshine?"

"The, uh, c'mon." She nods as she makes her way to the kitchen, her robe's tie starting to loosen.

He follows her and leans back against her counter top. "I got white lightin' and I's gon' mix it with orange juice."

"Ooh, do that. That sounds real good."

She smiles at him then reaches up to grab her moonshine from the on top of the fridge, that robe riding up and exposing her striped, boy cut panties. She grabs two coffee mugs then makes their drinks. "Oh, no, I don't want-"

"Don't be a wimp. Drink with me." She hands him the mug and leans against the stove across from him.

After the first swallow, Katie laughs. "Holy fuck, this is strong."

It hits her pretty quick, well, she's also got a couple glasses of wine in her too. Morgan's got a full belly so it's not as strong for him yet but he's fully prepared to get tipsy with his ex girlfriend-turned-manager.

+++

Katie's feeling pretty good.

She's standing, watching That 70s Show while Morgan's laying on her bed. For some reason, the tv in the living room doesn't have Netflix. She hiccups, setting her empty coffee mug on her cluttered nightstand.

"You nervous for tour?" She asks, pulling at the tie looped through her robe.

"A little bit more excited than nervous." He says honestly, tucking his arm behind his head as he watches her, buzzed as all get out. "You?"

"Kinda."

Understatement.

She's nervous as hell.

This is her first tour and if anything goes wrong, it's her fault.

She slips her robe off, not even caring that she's topless or that Morgan is watching her out of the corner of his eye. She goes to reach for the baggy shirt laying across the foot of the bed but she's stopped with a hand on her hip.

"When the fuck did you get your hip tattooed?" His wording catches her off guard.

"Mama paid for it. She thought that sendin' me a couple hundred dollars would make up for bein' a shitty mother for the past five years, give or take a couple." She turns more into the light to let him get a better look.

If he's being honest, it turns him on.

Morgan brushes his fingers across her ink with his lip tucked between his teeth. The strong alcohol in her system gives her the confidence to lean down and kiss him, totally disregarding the fact that she's wearing just a pair of panties.

He lays her back on her bed, his hand coming up to wrap around her throat loosely, just under her jaw. He's kissing her so hard that her head is pushed back into the bed.

She bites her lip, her fingers tugging on the slightly baggy Mossy Oak shirt he's wearing then slip past the waistband of his camo shorts.

"I need you."

"Condom?"

"Drawer." She nods to her nightstand. He reaches over and tears a square off while Katie shimmies her panties down her legs. Morgan holds the blue square between his teeth as he undresses himself.

If he doesn't get in her soon, he might combust.

She's in the middle of some drunken sentence when he suddenly pushes into her, her jaw dropping open from the surprise.

After she had her conversation with Taylor, she made a promise to herself that she wasn't going to hook up with Morgan again.

But promises are made to be broken after all.