Morgan had you held down, his hand holding your wrist with a tight but gently hold.

“Oh, and my love…Did I mistake you for a sign from God?”

As you tried to look away, he shifted and held your face and make you keep eye contact with him.

“Or are you really here to cast me off? Or maybe just to turn me on…’Cause these days..I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man. Or maybe make a good girl bad..”

He leaned down close, his face being close to your jaw.