What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--

Andy was so much taller than me. I had to look up to him. It made me feel like I was a child next to him, and I was even tall.
“I-I can’t believe you called me a slut!” I choked out the words, staring up at him in disbelief. He tilted his head to side and shrugged, lifting his hands up as if he was confused.
“Just being truthful,” Andy remarked and I shook my head.
“Then what would that make you? A whore? But I think a better name for you is a dickhead,” I responded and I heard Ashley stand up behind me.
“Hey hey hey, Morgan calm down,” Ashley said, grabbing my hands from behind me.
“D-Don’t touch me!” I screamed at him, ripping my hands from his grip. I felt bad for yelling at him, but I didn’t want him to touch me right now. Andy raised an eyebrow, looking at me with a surprised look. He flicked me off before storming out of the house.
“Real mature, Andy!” I called after him before I fell back into Ashley’s lap. I didn’t say anything to him for a while and he didn’t say anything to me.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” I whispered to Ashley, resting my forehead against his chest. He sighed.
“It’s fine,” he responded. I looked up at him and pressed my lips against his.
“I think Mikayla might be sleeping...the ran out and she didn’t start it again.” I whispered to him.
“That’s ok. We should go to bed also,” Ashley suggested and I nodded. He picked me up and I wrapped my arms around him as he carried me upstairs. He placed me down on the bed and then he climbed in, pulling me against him.
“I love you,” He whispered.
“I love you too, Ashley, and so much,” I responded.

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