Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
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.”
“We were just telling Mac how much we love it. You’re super talented,” Charvi says.
“Thanks.” I push up on my toes and kiss the edge of his jaw. “He really inspires me.”
“I’ll be your muse anytime.” And I can see he means it.
And I feel it in my heart when he kisses me, in front of our friends, and all these people, that I’m authentically his and he’s mine.
CHAPTER 25
MAC
Istretch out next to Fee on my bed. “As nice as it is to hang out with our friends, I’m glad I finally have you to myself.”
“Same. Showing off your new hoodie was nice and all, but I’m kind of done sharing your attention tonight.” Fee runs her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers.
We get lost in the kiss, soft tongues exploring, hands in PG places. But I can’t stop thinking about last night, especially when she makes a plaintive sound and presses her hips into mine.
I break the kiss, breath coming in quick pants. “I made you a promise.”
Her tongue drags across her bottom lip. “You did.”
“I’d like to keep it now.” I trace the contour of her face.
Her breath leaves her in a rush. “Yes, please.”
“Do you trust me to take good care of you, Ophelia?” I ask as I slip my hand under her shirt.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I know you will.”
I skim her ribs, and her shirt bunches at my wrist as I expose her stomach. She raises her hands over her head, and I tug her shirt off, tossing it aside as I reveal the lush swell of her soft breasts. I trace the edge of the cups, watching goose bumps rise along her skin. Her nipples pebble under the thin fabric and I brush one with my thumb.
“Oh fuck.” She arches into my touch.
“Is that a good oh fuck?”
She nods. “Please do more of that.”
I bend to press a kiss to her clavicle.
“Oh! Wait!”
I pull back.
“Can I take your shirt off, too?” Fee's expression is adorably hopeful.
“You want to ogle me?” I tease.
Her eyebrow quirks. “Uh yeah, hands down I do.”
“Good. I love your eyes on me.”
“I love my eyes on you, too.” She slips her warm fingers under my shirt and pulls the fabric over my head.
She bites her lip and makes a low sound in the back of throat, running her hand over my chest. “You should never wear a shirt.”
“Might be awkward at family dinners.”
“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” Her eyes light up. “You can take my bra off, too, so we match.”
“Soon, but I don’t want to rush this.” I cup her cheek and kiss her again.
Our hands explore bare skin and I revel in the softness of her touch. Like it’s what I’ve been waiting for, she’s exactly what I need, crave, want. Eventually I break the kiss and work my way down her throat, loving every sweet sigh and quiet moan.
I kiss along the edge of her bra, feeling for the clasp, but there isn’t one.
“You have to pull it over my head if you want to take it off,” Fee explains.
I slide two fingers under the buttery soft fabric, eyes lifting as I skim the underside of her breast. At the same time, I drop my head and suck her fabric-covered nipple.