they’re sixty-five percent happier than they were before they started watching.”
He laughed again. “Scientifically proven, eh?”
“Fine. No. But who doesn’t love watching Elf? ‘Have you seen the toilets?’ ” I started quoting the now-classic Will Ferrell movie.
“ ‘They’re ginormous!’ ” Mac said back with a gorgeous smile.
God, he really was something else, and I was a total goner.
“See? You’re already happier.”
I watched as he took a step toward me, but I held my ground, refusing to back away. His hands cupped my face as he leaned down and kissed my mouth. I opened, allowing him to take me, the feel of his tongue sending me into sensation overload.
“You’re too good for me,” he whispered before kissing me again.
“Stop saying that.”
“I’m fucked up, Sunny.” He sounded so convinced of what he was saying. As if him believing it would make me believe it as well.
“We’re all fucked up.”
“You’re not.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as I laughed, my body shaking against his. He was so large, so much bigger than I was, and I felt cocooned by him. I wanted to wrap myself up in his body and wear him like a coat.
“You mean, aside from being too nice to you?” I asked with a grin.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “One of my go-to defense mechanisms is to push people away.”
“Oh, believe me, I’ve noticed.”
“Let’s go back inside,” he suggested, and I reached for his hand and held it tight.
No matter how hard Mac tried to push me away, I wouldn’t leave him.
More Confessions
Mac
“I
see you found him.” A voice echoed in the hall, and I swiveled my head to see a punk rock–looking chick with crazy hair glaring at me. Glaring.
Do I know her?
“I did. Thanks for the help,” Sunny said with a smile before introducing us. “Mac, this is my neighbor Rocky.”
“Rocky? Interesting name.”
“My parents were big fans of the movies. And they wanted a boy. Lucky for them, I liked it too,” Rocky explained.
“The movies or the name?” I asked with a chuckle.
“The movies are trash. But I love my name.”
Honestly, the name fit her. She looked tough enough to kick my ass.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you. You’ll look out for my girl when I’m not around, yeah?” I said without thinking twice, and Rocky’s frown turned up noticeably. “She doesn’t like being alone,” I added.
“Hey.” Sunny stomped her foot and forced a frown.
“Your girl, huh?” Rocky looked directly at Sunny. “Thought you two were just friends?” she mimicked.
“Don’t listen to him,” Sunny said with a grimace. “He hit his head. Doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
“No, I didn’t,” I argued playfully and watched as Sunny brought her hand up and smacked me upside the head with it. “Ow!”
“See? Brain malfunction or something. Gets information wrong.”
“You two are weird.” Rocky shook her head. “I’m going back inside now. I’ll talk to you later, Sunny.”
“What about me?” I pretended to pout as Rocky closed the door without playing along. “She hates me. Your new best friend hates me,” I said as I followed Sunny down the hall toward her place.
“She’s not my new best friend,” she bit back before adding with a laugh, “but she definitely hates you.”
“How can anyone hate me?” I whined.
Sunny patted my head as I walked through her front door. She closed and locked it behind us. “Poor baby. I’m not sure how you’ll survive this rejection.”
“You joke, but I’m not kidding. I’m seriously crushed right now,” I said, putting a hand over my heart.
Sunny waltzed into her kitchen, and before I knew it, a cookie was sailing in the air toward me. “Here. Eat your feelings.”
I scrambled but caught it without mutilating it into a million tiny cookie pieces. “You could have killed it! You can’t just toss your cookies at me without any warning.”
She started giggling, her cheeks turning red as I realized what I’d said.
“You have a dirty mind. Who knew?”
She shrugged and took a bite of a cookie herself. I watched as she chewed, her eyes closing as she savored every bite. Her mouth worked so slowly that it looked like she was making love to the damn thing. My dick got hard instantly.
“Stop eating it like that.”
Her eyes popped open and grew wide. “Like what?”
I adjusted the bulge in my pants, but it was too late. “Like it’s the best thing you’ve ever put in your mouth,” I said, feeling insanely jealous.
Jealous! Of a fucking cookie!
“Who says it isn’t?” she sassed.
I dropped my own cookie on top