I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “Please never call us cute again.”
“No promises.”
I sit up a little, still trying to catch my breath like Mack just tackled me with words instead of brute strength.
“I mean it, though,” I say, voice low now. “You can’t tell anyone.”
Mack raises an eyebrow at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “Obviously.”
“No, like, seriously. Not Hughie. Not Terry. Not a single fucking soul. This stays between us.”
He holds up both hands in mock surrender. “Dude, I’m not out here broadcasting your love life. Chill.”
“It’s not a love life,” I snap automatically, even though it kind of is, and we both know it.
Mack just smirks. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
I groan and toss my head back against the wall, just as my phone buzzes beside me.
I glance at it, hoping….okay, knowing who it is.
Jacob’s text notification shows but I don’t take the time to read it. I completely ignore the need inside me to read and reply because Mack is still sitting here, staring at me with that fucking grin on his face.
The unread message stares at me, and my thumb twitches.
Mack, of course, keeps fucking talking. “So what’s the plan? You guys gonna date? Just make out in secret corners like horny teenagers? You guys done the whole-”
“Mack.”
He grins. “What? I’m invested now.”
Before I can threaten to throw him out, my phone starts ringing with a video call.
Mack’s eyes flick to the screen and that smug-ass smile spreads across his face again. “There he is.”
“Bye Mack.”
He stands, slow and dramatic. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”
“Please get out before I strangle you.”
He salutes me. “Enjoy your... call.”
He winks, and then he’s gone, pulling the door shut behind him with a click.
I wait a beat, then take a breath and swipe to answer.
Jacob’s face fills the screen, eyes bright, hair messy, lips already curling into that stupid, perfect grin.
“Hey,” he says, voice low and warm.
“Hey there,” I respond and my lips curl into a big ass cheesy smile before I can stop them.
“What’re you doing?” He asks and I take him in. He’s leaning back in his own bed, the blue comforter clear beneath him, and he’s fucking shirtless. Christ, he’s beautiful.
“Talking to Mack,” I say and his eyes widen so I smirk, “He just left. What’re you doing?”
“Studying for Biomechanics,” he grins at me and it’s seductive as fuck. “Maybe I was hoping for a distraction.”
