Haley lets herself into Morgan's place while he's at the studio and she only has a couple hours to get her things before he gets home.

She's minding her own business as she's folding up some clothes when the door opens. "What are you doin'?" Morgan asks, leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom.

"What's it look like? Gettin' my shit and goin'." She mumbles back.

"Don't do this." Haley scoffs, shaking her head. "What?"

"You're just gonna act like you weren't an asshole to me at the bar?" She scoffs again. "That hurt more than you think."

"I'm sorry-"

"You know, I thought you were different; a better guy than you led on and for almost a goddamn year, you were. But then you went on tour and fucked around with some coed slut-"

"Hales, listen to me."

"What's there to hear?" She asks, popping her hand on her hip. "You broke my trust."

"Haley-"

"I can't do this right now." She says, picking up a box. Morgan grabs her arm and knocks the beer case out of her hand. It falls to the floor and spills the clothes inside of it. "What the-?"

"I love you." He says almost forcefully, grasping the sides of her face. "I love you so fuckin much, Haley."

"You-"

"And I'm not just sayin' that because I'm sorry- I am sorry, I'm so fuckin sorry but I love you too fuckin much to let you leave." She has tears forming in her blue eyes. "We can work this out, okay? You and I have this connection I've never felt with anyone else before." She lets a tear fall and looks down at their feet, chuckling at the fact that he's in his socks. "What?"

"You finally remember to take your shoes off when you're in the house as I'm leavin'?"

"Don't leave." He pleads, his eyes starting to get misty. "Please." He brushes his thumbs across her freckling cheeks.

"Promise me one thing."

"Sure- anything."

"You ever do that again, break up with me."

***

"You forgave him? Just like that?" Caleigh asks, leaning back against the couch.

"I'm still upset." Haley shrugs. "I don't know."

Morgan's busy at the studio with Michael so the girls are at Caleigh's.

"I told him to end things if he did that again." Haley sighs, running her hand through her hair. "We'll see what happens."

Caleigh has mixed feelings about this. On one hand, she's glad that they figured something out and are staying together but on the other hand, Morgan's a dog who doesn't deserve her.

"Is Michael ever gon' put his own songs out?" Haley asks, looking over at the brunette.

"I've tried to talk him into it but he's content with being a man of words." She shrugs, looking down at her Truly. "Why stay with Morgan? Is he like, y'know, good in bed or something?"

Haley blushes bright red, tugging on a loose thread from her shorts. "He's good, yeah."

"Not great?"

"I mean, Preston is pretty damn good. He and Morgan are kinda tied."

"Really? Where does Matt fall on the list?"

"Third. So it'd be Preston then Morgan, then Matt. What about you?"

"Michael's probably the best-"

The door swings open, revealing Michael and Morgan. Caleigh and Haley quickly pull away from each other with a matching blush. "Hey, pretty ladies." Michael says, dropping a box of wine on the counter along with a couple pizzas. "What were y'all talkin' 'bout?"

"They were talkin' 'bout sex." Morgan says bluntly, grabbing a beer bottle from the fridge.

Michael looks over at the girls who are already looking at each other. "What about sex?"

"Who's the best we've had." Haley says, leaning against Morgan when he sits next to her on the couch.

"Oh really?" Michael leans against the counter with raised eyebrows.

"Spill." Morgan smirks.

"I said you were the best I've had." Caleigh says to Michael with a smile.

"What about you?" Morgan pokes Haley in the side.

"You, baby." She winks, resting her hand on his knee. Morgan leans over a presses his lips to her temple, rubbing a hand across her shoulders.

***

There's a pair of lips that press against Haley's back. She hums, stirring but quickly relaxes. Morgan goes a little further down her spine, his hands on her hips to flip her over. She laughs sleepily, stretching out beneath him. Morgan slides his hands underneath her, unclasping her bralette before he slides it off her body then presses hot kisses to her chest. She lets out a heavy breath, her eyes slowly opening.

"What're you doin'?" Haley mumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Treatin' you right," He says, scooting further down between her thighs, sliding her panties off her long legs. "The way you deserve." She hums out a sleepy laugh, her fingers threading through his long hair, bringing her legs up, bent at the knee.

Haley lets out a soft whiny moan, her toes curling as her chest starts heaving, starting to sweat. "Get up here." She demands breathily, grabbing his shoulders to pull him up. He chuckles, bringing her legs up to his hips as he kisses her with such passion that her head spins and her body buzzes.

"Fuck." She pants, sinking her nails into his back, dragging her nails down his sweaty skin to his slightly pudgy hips. "Oh fuck."

Morgan moans against her neck, his hands roaming and groping her body, stopping on her breasts as her back arches against his chest. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he leaves marks on her flushed skin.

"You're so beautiful, Haley." He breathes, grabbing her with his arm around her waist, flipping them so she's on top.

Haley leans down, her hands in his hair with her chest against his, rocking her hips quickly. "Fuck." She grips his shoulders and pulls him into a sitting position, her arms around his neck as her moans get louder and more squeaky.

"Shit." He grunts, his hands tight around her hips as his body goes boneless against the sheets, his sweaty chest heaving. "Fuck."

She rolls off of him, staring up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in her throat. "You're so beautiful." He whispers, leaning over to tuck some hair behind her ear. Haley sits up and pulls her clothes back on, throwing her hair up into a bun. "You okay?"

"Yep." She sighs, heading out to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Morgan asks, following her.

"Nothin'."

"You're still mad at me." He states, leaning against the table. "Hales, it was months ago."

"That doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt." She sighs, her hands running through her hair.

"Haley, listen-"

Her cell starts ringing, cutting him off. "Hey Sam, what's up?" She answers. "What!? Oh my god- yeah I'm- I'm on my way." She pushes past Morgan and heads back into the bedroom. "Fuck."

"What's goin' on?" He asks, following her.

"Daddy's in the hospital."

"Oh shit." He says, grabbing her suitcase before his own. "I'm goin' out with you."

"No, I'll be fine." She shakes her head. "You don't have to."

Morgan's heart hurts at her words. He stops packing and looks at her with a sad expression. "You'll call me if anything happens, right?" He asks quietly, shifting his eyes to the suitcase in front of him.

"Yeah." She nods, shoving clothes into her bag. She glances over at him and sighs. "It'll probably be better if you didn't go. Nothin' against you, I swear."

That doesn't make him feel any better.

"It's just a family issue. You don't got to worry 'bout them when you have songs you gotta write or whatever."

"But I wanna be there for you." He says shyly, his cheeks hinting red.

"I know." She sighs, continuing to pack. "I'll- I'll call you if anything happens."

"Fine." He sighs, shoving his bag back under the bed then he sits himself on the bed, keeping her company as she packs.