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Nope. I’ve already witnessed enough adorable quirks from the man. No need to add fuel to the fire.
As my toes dig into the plush carpet, I stare at the king-sized bed, unsure if this is a good idea or not. Sharing a bed with anyone can be tricky, but sharing it with a guy like Mack? It’s gotta be a no-no. At least for my own sanity, anyway.
Without a word, Mack steps around me and pulls the comforter down, then heads to his closet and retrieves a white T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
“Here.” He offers them to me. “In case you don’t want to sleep in your clothes.”
The cotton is soft in my hands as I fight the urge to lift them to my nose and take a giant whiff, positive it’ll smell exactly like the man in front of me.
Speaking of adding fuel to the fire…
I shake off the thought and murmur, “Thanks.”
“Sure thing. The bathroom’s over here.” He points to the doorway on the opposite side of the room. “Come on. I’ll find you a toothbrush.”
The bathroom’s as gorgeous as the rest of the house. With white granite countertops, thick, fluffy gray towels, and the scent of Macklin clinging to the air. It’s breathtaking. And clean. So damn clean.
His back muscles flex beneath his cotton T-shirt as he rummages through the bottom drawer and offers me an unopened blue toothbrush.
“Thanks.”
In silence, I open it while Macklin grabs a matching blue one from the cup next to his sink and offers me some toothpaste. The white paste oozes onto my toothbrush. As he adds some to his, a charged silence washes over us. Our gazes connect in the mirror’s reflection as we brush our teeth. This shouldn’t be intimate, but it is. It’s so normal. So ordinary. So domestic. Like two lovers getting ready for bed after a long day.
Lovers.
The word is so foreign.
Companions, maybe.
Partners.
Yeah. That one fits better.
Like we’re partners.
Even though we aren’t.
It doesn’t matter how in sync I feel with the guy, whether in the bathroom, in his kitchen, or while we’re watching TV. I shouldn’t feel in sync with him. Not when I don’t know where we stand.
I tear my attention from Mack’s reflection and spit the frothy white foam into the sink, rinsing my mouth with water while he follows suit. Once he’s finished, I stand there, my hands at my sides, unsure of what to do or where to go. This is awkward. I probably shouldn’t be here. Not when I kind of want to kiss him. Turning around, Mack faces me again, a soft smile tilting his lips up.
“Something funny?” I ask.
He shakes his head and lifts his hand, touching the side of my face. My breath hitches as he runs his thumb along the edge of my mouth. It takes everything inside of me to keep from leaning closer. From soaking up his touch. From asking him to kiss me.
“What are you…?” My voice trails off as I look into his eyes.
Blue. Blue. Blue.
Freaking electric.
His minty breath fills my nostrils.
He pulls his hand away, showing me the small smudge of white on his thumb. “Toothpaste.”
“Oh.”
He tucks his hands into his pockets. “All right. I’ll see you in the morning.”
