“After we make the list though for Mack,” Vee said, holding up a sheet of paper with the words THE SUMMER PLAYBOOK on the top. “This is top priority.”
“Wearing a shirt that looks anything like the two of you,” I said, pointing at Dean and Callum. “Is enough of going out of my comfort zone.”
“Nice try. You’re living it up this summer, girly. Now, let’s pick our shirts.”
My heart raced as Callum tossed the packages to each the girls. I held the purple package in my hand, spinning it. It matched my hair, and that had to be a good sign.
I tore the paper apart, anxious to see what Callum did to us. It wouldn’t be good, I knew that. The man had no boundaries. I unrolled the shirt and gasped.
“Oh, oh, oh my god.” I stared, my face heating. “This is… no.”
“Let’s see it.” At some point, Dean sat next to me, and he leaned over so his face was a foot from mine as he stared at my shirt. “Jesus Christ. No way.”
“I can’t…. is this obscene?” I gulped. He was so close I could smell his cologne and see the curve of his jaw. If I worethis shirtin front of him, it would kill any secret chance I had at getting him to fall in love with me.
Dean shook his head before he cackled hard. It was a loud slap of laugh thunder, where it was almost contagious.
“Stop it. This will kill me,” I said.
“Put it on now, please. Please, Mack.” He laughed hard again, his eyes watering. “Callum is either evil or a genius or both.”
“This is the least sexy thing I’ve ever seen. How will… people will gawk. At myman chest.“
“Yup. I can’t stop staring at it either.” He slapped his knee before moving his attention toward the other girls.
I held up the shirt, which was a very hairy, very bare man chest. Nipples and all. I believed in free the nipple, because hello, it’s your body, so do what ya want, but this seemed… damn. Wow. I could… I could do this. I could be silly and bold.
My pulse spiked, but I put the shirt on over my outfit. It fit perfectly, almost like a dress. The others all giggled and freaked out about their shirts, but Dean watching distracted me. He started at my legs, moving up toward my chest, before he bit his lip. It almost seemed like interest, but I dismissed the thought immediately.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Ale screamed, holding up her shirt of Shaquille O’Neal’s face. “I love him. I love this man, and look at this shirt!”
It was enlarged, so his eyes were the size of her boobs. My lips curled up. “Whoa.”
“Whoa yourself, nips,” she quipped.
With Ale and I standing, Lo put on her shirt, Vee following after. Lo’s shirt was a gorilla face, printed over and over, covering every single inch of the shirt and sleeves. Vee wore the same type only with Nic Cage’s face.
I wasn’t sure who won or lost with the worst shirt, but I was in the top two, either way.
Callum giggled the entire time, taking photos and filming us. “You all are so beautiful. Mack, especially.”
“Did you make sure I got this one specifically?”
“Yes. But I regret it. It’s very confusing. Your legs look sexy but then with the man chest… I have weird feelings.”
I laughed, caught Dean’s eyes, and quickly averted my attention. Callum flirted with anything and everyone, so I knew the compliment wasn’t meant to express interest. However, hearing my legs called sexy did make me stand a little taller.
“Group photo, come on.” Callum forced us all to stand together, really close, and Dean’s arm came around me as we huddled.
My stomach swooped from his stupid Shrek-covered arm touching me, and I didn’t want to admit it to Callum, but this silly shirt idea already had me doing things I normally wouldn’t.
Adrenaline surged through, the urge to really live it up hitting me. After this year, there wouldn’t be nights in the backyard of the football house or goofy shirt bar crawls with my girls. I’d be living in a host’s house, working my ass off to make a name for myself professionally. This truly was my last summer of fun before proving Emily wrong and making it to the pros. “Okay, let’s create this fucking playbook. Everything is fair game.”
“You for real, for real?” Lo asked, her face thoughtful. “We can gohardor medium for you.”
“Hard. I want it hard.”
“That’s what she said,” Callum added, winking at me. “Vee, the first item on the summer playbook should be to sleep with five men.”
