“It’s up to you. I’m your guest.”
She bites her bottom lip, and I wonder what her lips would taste like, all plump and pink. "Beer?"
“Thought you’d never ask. That’d be great.”
She brings two bottles of beer, and I opened them both, handing her one. I press the bottle to my lips and don't stop until I drain the last drop.
"Thirsty?" she asks, wide-eyed.
“Tough day.” I have no idea why I feel comfortable enough to tell her that.
“I’ll get you another one.” She stands, and I watch as she swings her pert ass all the way to the kitchen. She comes back with a small cooler box and four beers inside. “Help yourself.”
And that's how I know she's different. She doesn't judge me. Instead, she gets that sometimes people have messed up days.
“Would you mind too much if I showed up wet from head to toe on a date after being caught in a storm?”
She nearly spits her beer out. She laughs so loudly it makes me smile. “If that was the icebreaker, you’ve succeeded.”
I lean my head back against the couch and close my eyes as she channel-surfs and settles on some chick flick I’ve never seen. And for once, I don’t want to move. I want to stay here, drinking beer, and watching her blush every time the couple kisses, forever.
Chapter 8
Kenzie
“We talked, that’s it.”
“Not even a kiss goodnight?” Mac sulks. “It is your second date.”
“No, Mac, not even that. We just had a great time getting to know each other. He’s writing a book, you know.”
She gasps. "I'll be his number-one fan. I love his articles, and he chooses the cute sister. Talk about superficial."
“He’s so sweet, Mac. He didn’t even get the joke of our names. He thought it was pretty cool.”
"He could be the one," she says, chewing on something.Argh,I hate when she does that when I call her. "You seeing him again?"
“I am.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Tonight. He wants to show me something. Says I’ll lose my mind when I do.”
“It better be nice and hard.”
“Mac! That is just—”
“Don't you tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
She wouldn't be wrong. I have thought more about sex since that first day I saw him than ever before.
“Anyway, I have to run along. My business won’t run itself.”
My sister moans, and I hear the chatter of her third graders in the background.
"Love you, Mac."
“Love you, Boo.”
