Because it’s not heated or lustful or angry or jealous.
It’s sweet. Comfortable. Like he doesn’t mind my being here with him, squished on this small double bed.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
He turns back to his channel surfing. “For what? I didn’t do anything.”
“For… earlier.” I’m worried if I bring this up I’ll somehow ruin everything, but I also feel like I need to say it. I need him to understand just how much he actually helped me.
How much it mattered to me.
“And for saving my fucking shrimp.” I reach between his legs and grab a jumbo shrimp. I make a show of dredging it in the cocktail sauce before sucking on it dramatically, and then I bite down.
He shakes his head.
“You’re fucking insane, you know that?” There’s no aggression in his tone, no bitterness. It’s friendly. Warm, even.
“Yup. One hundred percent,” I say as he grabs a cheese stick off my plate. He grins and makes a show of popping the whole thing into his mouth and moaning. I know he’s just being cocky and mocking the hell out of me, but I don’t care. I smile and laugh.
“Your technique needs work,” I say, making a frightened face.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grunts, but its tinged in laughter.
“Make me,” I say, my gaze meeting his. I say it with humor, fully intending to poke fun at myself, make light of what happened earlier, so I don’t feel so exposed or vulnerable.
He leans in a fraction, and I look into those amber eyes. For a moment, I think they are the clearest I’ve ever seen them.
I don’t expect him to kiss me, but he does.
His hand settles on my neck, but he doesn’t grab me or choke me. His thumb strokes the column of my throat and I relax into his kiss so easily it should be a crime.
The way this man can control me… fuck, it’s dangerous.
He really is going to be the death of me. I can feel it.
He breaks away and I say nothing. I am completely and utterly speechless.
Well played, Mackenzie.
His free hand settles on his thigh, his pinky brushing the side of my hand, and he doesn’t move it.
“Oh my God,” I say when he changes the channel and I get a glimpse of the movie he’s passed. “Go back.”
He flips backward to the channel that’s playingHow To Lose A Guy In 10 Days,and I let out a laugh.
“Keep this on,” I say. “Kate Hudson is ariotin this! And then the little dog, and like… oh my God. Cinematic perfection.”
Mack raises an eyebrow, looking a little scared. “Seriously?”
I go for another shrimp, dipping it in too much cocktail sauce and chucking it in my mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” I say with a mouthful.
“Never seen it,” Mack admits, setting the remote down.
“You’ll love it.” I lean into him a little more. He grabs anothercheese stick.
“Why do you say that?”
