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“Texting someone?” I ask.
“Deleting notifications,” he mutters as I slide under the covers.
Unable to rein in my curiosity, I peek at his screen and freeze. It’s a dating app. The Birds and Bees app, to be specific. My mom suggested I give it a try after I told her about my breakup with Wes. Needless to say, I politely declined.
Is Macklin messaging other girls? The realization brings a tightness to my stomach and doesn’t exactly leave me with any warm fuzzies. Not after tonight.
When he catches me peeking, he turns the phone off and sets it on the nightstand. “Do you have everything you need?”
“So, is she wanting to sext, or did she ask what your favorite color is?” I quiz him, ignoring his question.
He grunts a laugh. “Neither.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t stop on my account. What’d she say? Or is it athey? Are you flirting with more than one girl, Macklin?”
“Just clearing out my notifications,” he repeats, “Guess I’m a little OCD.”
“Any messages from anyone interesting?” I prod, my pulse thrumming faster than a hummingbird’s. But I want to know. I want to know if he treats every girl like this. Like they matter. Like they’re worth the effort. Does he invite lots of girls over? Does he let them in his bed when it’s stormy outside? Does he watch movies with them and give them foot massages without asking for anything in return?
Mack’s fingers thread through the longer strands on the top of his head, then he rests it against the headboard and looks down at me. “Are you asking if I’m interested in anyone, Porcupine?”
With my head propped in my hand, I turn onto my side and face him fully, mustering as much nonchalance as I can. “Maybe. Like I said, you’re quite the catch, Mack. I’m sure you have plenty of girls interested in you. The question is…have any caught your eye so far?”
He scoots a little closer to me, his jaw ticking as his focus drops to my lips. It’s so dark I can barely see his sharp features, but the shadows and lack of light only tempt me further.
“Cat got your tongue?” I push, feeling the shift in the air with every passing second.
But he stays quiet and watches me squirm. And boy, am I squirming. Curse his eyes. And curse the way they know how to burrow past my defenses, leaving me entirely too vulnerable for my own good.
“Is that a yes?” I whisper.
“You could say so.”
Ouch.
I ignore the stab of jealousy. “Have they asked what your favorite color is yet?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.”
“Oh, so straight to sexting, then?”
His mouth quirks up. “Not yet, though I am looking forward to it.”
My eyes narrow, well aware of how much fun he’s having toying with me. “All right. Goodnight, Mack.”
I roll onto my opposite side and set my phone on the nightstand.
“Hey, Kate?”
“What?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
I snort. “Go to sleep, Mack.”
“Hey, Kate?” he prods.
“What, Mack?”
