Page 2 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“Okay, where were we?” Mac consults his cards again.

I pull a tissue from my pocket and hold it out to Mac.

“What’s that for?”

His fingers brush mine, sending a jolt of warmth traveling up my arm. What would happen to my body if I actually summoned the nerve to sit in his lap? I’d probably combust. Or melt. I picture myself reduced to a puddle on the floor at his feet, the only remaining features my eyes, nose and mouth. “Kelsey left some glitter gloss on your cheek.”

“Oh, thanks.” He swipes at it, but the gloss remains. “Am I good?”

I shake my head. “It’s still there.”

“Help me out, Fee?” He bats his pretty lashes at me and angles his cheek toward me.

My nether regions get inappropriately excited. I reclaim the tissue and our fingers connect briefly again. I prepare for an onslaught as I angle his face with two fingers and rub at the spot on his cheek. I’m touching Mac and he’s letting me, but not for any of the reasons I would like. Still, I bask in the warmth of his skin, of the heady scent of his cologne, of the light stubble against my fingertips as I linger in his personal space. By the time I’m done, he has a red spot on his cheek and I’m pretty sure my whole face is the same color.

Enid, Tally, and Cammie are all smiling into their cards and the guys are all staring as I pull myself out of Mac’s orbit.

“Thanks, Fee. You’re the best.”

“No problem.” I chug my cola and hiccup when the bubbles hit too hard.

“Have you hooked up with Kelsey before?” Gage asks.

Mac gives him a look. “No, dude. We have a class together.”

“Does she sit in your lap during class?” Brody plays an ace.

Mac flips his middle finger up and blows Brody a kiss.

“It’s a legit question. I’ve never seen anyone play chair better than you,” Gage needles.

“She’s just being friendly,” Mac says defensively.

“By that logic, I should sit in your lap every time I say hi to you, Mac.” Cammie side-eyes Chase.

He stiffens beside her.

“I’m making a point.” She pats his arm.

“You could make it differently,” Chase grumbles.

“I rest my case.” Cammie grins.

Enid coughs into her drink.

Tally and Brody snicker.

“I thought you all wanted to play the game. Why are you giving me such a hard time? It’s not my fault I’m a nice guy,” Mac replies.

“You’re right,” I agree. “It’s not your fault you’re a nice guy.”

“See? Fee is on my side.” He holds out his closed fist.

I give him a bump, because I can’t leave him hanging, and he can’t know that I’m crying on the inside.

“She’s also looking at your cards,” Gage offers.

Mac folds his hands protectively around them and tsks. “Bad girl.”