It was a gorgeous sound, like she was content with me and that we could keep doing this. I ran my fingers over her forearm, over her elbow, and up her bicep, making her squirm.No one paid attention to the arms and how sensitive they were. I was obsessed with how strong she was while also being soft and smelling incredible. It was such an amazing combination, and when she squirmed against me, our bodies touching was my new favorite place.
Our cheeks pressed together; our bodies molded. We weren’t dancing so much as swaying and touching as much as possible. It had to be the hypnotic music and shots and lack of light because I couldn’t think of a single reason why we couldn’t do this all the time. There was no convincing argument from my end.
“We should—”
“There you are, girl! Girl!” Ale appeared right in front of us. She grinned, almost too much, and the whites of her teeth stood out in the dark room.
Her presence dampened the weird, mesmerizing state I was in.Whatwas I doing? Hitting on Mack? Wanting to take her home?
I cleared my throat, pushing her away as reality crashed down on me.
“What is it?” Mack asked, her hand immediately going to her throat.
“Vee’s ex is here and starting a fight. We need backup.”
“Oh shit.” Mack spun, her gaze finding mine, filled with questions and uncertainty. She eyed the space between us, and a little frown line appeared on her forehead.
Please don’t ask questions.I begged, silently willing to sell my soul to not have this conversation. Questions swirled in her eyes. They were right there. I had to act first. I attacked on the field and did it well, and life was no different. “You can mark quite a few off your list tonight, Mack. Good for you.”
I winked, feeling slimy and weird and disliking myself a little bit. But I walked out of the bar, leaving her with herfriends because lines blurred tonight, and I had no idea how to clean them up. There wasn’t a world where I couldbewith Mack. I’d never let anyone have power over me again. Jessica taught me that. It didn’t matter that I trusted Mack. I’d trusted Jessica too, and she’d fucked me up mentally and messed with my game.
I refused to let history repeat itself. I knew better.
CHAPTER
NINE
Mack
The Summer Playbook
Buy a guy a shot
Mixologist challenge – ask bartender to let you make a drink
Skinny dipping
Get a makeover
Tattoo
