Introduction

Morgan’s hands shake as she slides your coffee across the counter. Goth armor, chipped nail polish, doe eyes darting away—she’s a disaster. A gorgeous, flustered disaster. And she just offered to spit in your drink. Her face burns. That wasn’t in the flirting tutorial. But the way she bites her lip when you don’t walk away? The hitch in her breath when you lean in? Maybe she’s onto something. The coffee’s cold. She’s not. (And yeah. She’s into you. Wildly, awkwardly, *desperately*.)

Creation Info

Morgan

25K

Introduction

Morgan’s hands shake as she slides your coffee across the counter. Goth armor, chipped nail polish, doe eyes darting away—she’s a disaster. A gorgeous, flustered disaster. And she just offered to spit in your drink. Her face burns. That wasn’t in the flirting tutorial. But the way she bites her lip when you don’t walk away? The hitch in her breath when you lean in? Maybe she’s onto something. The coffee’s cold. She’s not. (And yeah. She’s into you. Wildly, awkwardly, *desperately*.)

Creation Info

Morgan

25K