“Well, no, Jayce, but—”
He put out a hand and rested his finger on my lips, shushing me. “This isn’t a difficult decision, Macey. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Your girlfriend, huh?” I repeated, unsure if there was any way to get out of this before it came back to bite me in the ass. But even as I thought about it, I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t reject himagain. “What would people think, Jayce? The college superstar athlete dating the dorky tutor. It’s so cliché, isn’t it?” I was trying to lighten the mood, but it probably wasn’t working because Jayce snagged me around the waist to pull me towards him.
“Let it be,” he said. “Let it be cliché as hell. I don’t care.” One hand lingered near my ass, and the other was securely on my waist. “Let them all think what they want, do what they want, and say what they want. I don’t care, Macey, because I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and not a single thing has changed. I’m not content with friendship. I want more, and as long as I know you, I will probably always want more.”
Jayce kissed me then, the sweet taste of his lips enveloping mine. A small groan escaped my throat, and I melted into him, weak with an intense desire that consumed me from the inside out. When Jayce pulled away, he was smiling, teasing me, and he brought his hand up to rest his finger on my lips.
“I’m only going to ask one more time,” he said quietly, caressing my lips with the tip of his finger. “Will you, Macey Britton, be my girlfriend?”
Chapter 11
Jayce
Macey stared at me, her jaw hanging open a couple of inches, those stunning topaz blue eyes reading my face, waiting for some sort of joke, I’m sure, to erupt from my mouth.
“Yes,” she said finally, and all the tension I’d been feeling in my body melted away as she hugged me, her warm arms embracing me in such a way that somewhere deep inside of me, I felt like Macey’s love was what I had been waiting for my whole life. That little piece you just never even knew was missing. “Yes, I will be your girlfriend, but I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it.”
“Good at it? You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Mace.”
I’d fallen for this girl, and I’d fallen hard.
“Just wait until you get to know me,” Macey teased. I rested my lips on the top of her head, allowing them to linger there for a short moment of bliss.
“You make me so happy,” I said. “Truly. Let me make you happy, too.”
“You do,” she whispered, and I was surprised to hear these words, surprised that we had completely ignored being anything more than friends when the reality of the situation was that we belonged together.
Macey and I held each other for a long moment that I never wanted to end. Her body molded to mine perfectly, the sweet smell of her shampoo consuming me entirely as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be caught up and held captive at this moment.
“Hey,” Macey whispered after a while. She pulled back from me a little bit, her eyes meeting mine with serious concern. I frowned, afraid to hear whatever big, ugly revelation she suddenly had for me.
“What?”
“Does this mean I have to go to all of your games?” she asked. “Because the first one was difficult enough.”
