Page 67 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“I did.” I bite my lip.

“For me?” he asks softly.

I nod. “For you.”

“I love it. This is so cool, Fee.” He yanks his current hoodie over his head, tosses it on the bed, and pulls the new one on. He runs his hand over the small logo on his chest, an echo of the one on the back, and moves to the mirror to check it out. “This is the coolest gift anyone’s ever given me.”

“I know you’ve had a lot go missing this year, so I figured a one of a kind would be harder to steal.”

“It’s awesome.” He slips his arm around my waist. “It’s my new favorite forever.” He kisses a path from my neck to my lips. “You’re wildly talented.”

“I was inspired.”

“Do you ever let people watch you create?”

“In class, sure. But we’re all working on our own things.” I finger the hair at the nape of his neck. “And I used to paint with my mom all the time.”

His gaze softens, and he strokes my cheek. “I bet you miss that.”

“Yeah.” I nod. “I feel closest to her when I’m in the studio.”

“I’d love to see that space some time.”

“I’ll take you there,” I promise.

A bang on the door scares us both. “You have all night to get your freak on! Come hang out with us!” Gage shouts.

We laugh and Mac squeezes me to him. “I want to show the guys my new hoodie anyway.”

“Okay.”

“But don’t worry.” He winks. “I haven’t forgotten my promise. I’ll thank you properly later.” He laces our fingers, tugging me into the hall.

He closes his door behind him, and I follow him down the stairs.

“Check this out.” Mac proudly shows off his hoodie.

“Dude, that’s awesome,” Brody says.

“Where did you get that?” Gage asks.

“Fee made it for me.” Mac tucks me under his arm. “Cool, right?”

“Like amazing,” Chase agrees.

I love this part of being a couple. Of being his girlfriend. Of being able to claim him the same way he claimed me when he gave me his hoodie and told me to keep it because he likes the way it looks on me.

“The whole team will want one,” Mac says proudly, and kisses my temple.

I smile up at him. “You’re the only one who gets to wear this design.”

He brushes his lips over mine. “One of a kind, just like you.”

Eventually, I have to excuse myself to the bathroom—but I run upstairs, girlfriend privileges and all. When I come out, I notice, for the first time, posters from my alter ego tacked to his wall. I don’t know if they’re new or they’ve always been here. But he has every single one from this year. It sends a thrill through me that Mac is a fan of my alter ego’s work. I’ll ask him about them later. When it’s just us.

When I come back, some girls are talking to Mac. He tips his head and holds out his hand at my approach. He pulls me into his side and I wrap my arm around his waist.

“Charvi and Inaya, this is my girlfriend, Fee. She’s the artist who designed my hoodie.”