It was like a bad movie I couldn’t stop watching, but it was my life we were talking about here, not some poorly written screenplay for the masses.
The fact that she was the girl I’d seen walking out of Mac’s room that night wasn’t helping things. The way he had chased after her should have told me everything I needed to know. They had history, and it showed. But now that I knew exactly who she was, it irritated me even more. Because whenever I’d seen that girl on campus or at other parties over the years, she’d always acted like a complete snob. She had an entourage that followed her around like she was royalty or something, and I remembered her “accidentally” knocking a tray of food out of someone’s hand once in the student union. Basically, the chick was a bitch. And Mac had liked her, dated her, called her his girlfriend.
The look on his face when he’d heard her voice almost made me sick. Why were guys rendered stupid whenever it came to a pretty face and a nice body? Didn’t they want more? I shook my head as I stalked through the warm night air, convincing myself that they didn’t. Guys didn’t care if you were funny or smart or kind; if you weren’t a total smoke show, they moved along. All they cared about was having the hottest girl on their arm regardless of whether or not she had a heart. And that female back there was a heartless harpy—I’d bet money on it.
“Sunny!” The sound of my name in Mac’s voice made me slow down and eventually stop.
I turned around to see him running toward me.
“Sunny, wait,” he said again, but I’d already stopped moving.
“I am waiting,” I said, my tone coming out a little bitchier than I’d meant it to.
The gravel kicked up under his feet as he reached me, and he leaned over, his hands on his knees as he sucked in a couple breaths.
“Overdramatic much?” I asked as I watched his arms flex. Curse Mac Davies and his ridiculous biceps.
“I couldn’t make it out of the front door, so I had to sprint around the back and hop the fence to get you before you left. And I ran to the other parking lot first,” he explained, and I felt like a jerk.
But why was he chasing after me when he had Giselle Bunch-whatever back in the house, waiting for him?
“Did I forget something?” I asked because maybe I’d left something in his room and he was just being nice and bringing it out to me.
“Yeah,” he said before leaning close. “Me.”
Before I could ask him what the hell he meant by that, his lips were on mine again, his tongue instantly crashing against my own as he claimed me. It wasn’t sweet and gentle, like back in his bedroom. This kiss was all-consuming and owning. He was trying to tell me who I belonged to. I could barely stand, half-expecting my knees to buckle at any moment.
Kissing Mac was that intense. All that existed was the air we shared as the rest of the world fell silent.
Mac hesitated for a second, and I broke the kiss completely.
“I thought—” I started to say, but he put a finger on my lips to stop me. He seemed to like doing that.
“You thought wrong. I don’t want her.”
I took a step away from his heat and his body to clear my head and regain focus. One of us needed to be in control. “You sure looked like you wanted her,” I said bitterly even though he hadn’t sounded like it. He had been mean to her.
“Did I?” He cocked his head to the side and studied me.
“You should have seen your face when you heard her voice.”
He reached out, his hand cupping my chin, and I let him. “I was surprised. That’s all. She keeps showing up, and I can’t seem to make her stop,” he explained.
“What exactly are you trying to say, Mac?” I pushed, and he dropped his hand.
Because if he was trying to tell me that he wanted to be with me, then I was going to force him to say the words out loud for both of us to hear. This time, there would be no taking it back or pretending that it didn’t happen, like he had last summer.
So, I waited.
Waited for him to confess that he wanted me the same way I wanted him. Waited for him