Morgan leaned into his touch, her eyes lighting up at the thought of him writing it for her. "That would be a sure-fire way to get me interested in Literature." If he did write their story, she would cherish it forever. Even though this chapter of their lives was just getting started, their tale had begun months ago...with an apple.
Her cheeks flushed again at his words. Morgan hadn't ever kissed anyone like this, not really. Markus was a first in so many ways for her. She was being truthful when she told him she never felt like this before. Her feelings for him couldn't be put into words properly, but being with Markus rivaled flying or skating. It was an intimate rush of happiness that she hadn't been looking for, but now that she had it? She didn't have any intention of letting it go. One day perhaps, she would let him read her journal, so he would know what he meant to her.
She held fast to Markus' hand as they made their way to the garage doors- watching him the whole time and delighting in his excitement, and then he was handing her the keys, and her eyes were widening again. "Me?" She didn't hesitate too long, though. Smiling brightly, she dragged him over to Moriarty and slipped back onto the seat without letting go of his hand. "Here goes." And with a pull of the choke and a turn of the key, the bike roared to life beneath her. Morgan's hand squeezed his, and she nearly burst from excitement. "He's perfect!"