Page 16 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

She stiffens for a moment, but quickly recovers and smiles up at me. “Thanks, babe.”

I barely resist the urge to kiss the end of her nose. Instead, I turn back to the guy who was trying to make a move on my girl and give him a chin tip. “How’s it going?”

“Uh, good. Nice party.” He nods a few times and shoves his hands in his pockets, then pulls them back out, like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“Thanks. How do you and Fee know each other?”

“We have a class together,” he explains.

“Oh yeah? Which?”

“Social psych,” he says.

“You have that Tuesday and Thursday, right?” I may or may not have her entire schedule memorized.

“Yeah, it’s my afternoon class.” She seems surprised that I know this.

“Cool.” I don’t have a class then, so maybe it’s time I start walking my girlfriend to that particular lecture.

“I guess I’ll see you on Tuesday, then,” the guy says.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“See you then,” I reply.

He skirts around us and heads for the kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck as he goes.

“That guy likes you,” I mutter darkly.

“That guy wants to borrow my notes because he showed up twenty minutes late on Thursday.”

“And he likes you,” I add.

“You’re doing a great job of being a territorial boyfriend,” Fee observes wryly.

“Good.” I pull my hoodie over my head. “Maybe you should wear this.”

She arches an amused eyebrow. “But will I be banned from future parties if I accept it?”

“As my girlfriend, you’re allowed to wear my hoodies, without penalty,” I explain, sort of tongue in cheek. But not really.

“Seems like a reasonable rule.” Fee hands me her water and pulls my hoodie over her head. It’s huge on her, the hem six inches shy of her knees, and the sleeves cover her hands. She pulls the neck up and inhales. “It smells good,” she murmurs then props her fists on her hips and smiles cheekily. “How do I look?”

I give her a slow once-over, not even trying to hide my appreciation. “Like you’re mine.” And I fucking love it.

“Oof.” She puts her hand over my eyes. “Ease up with the smolder, Mac.”

“Not even a little sorry.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and guide her back to the living room.

Our friends have given up on the drinking game, which isn’t a bad thing, considering Gage’s now passed out state. However, in the time Fee and I have been gone, our seats have been stolen. The only spot left is in the middle of the couch, with Enid on one end and Brody on the other. Why those two are still circling each other after all these years is beyond me.

Chase gives me an approving eyebrow.

I take the middle cushion, and Fee lets me pull her into my lap. I revel in the closeness, loving the way she snuggles right into me and her head tucks perfectly under my chin. I wrap my arms around her and whisper, “You comfortable here?”

“Immensely. You’re like my own personal furnace,” she replies.

I press my lips to her hair and breathe her in while our friends place bets on how long Gage will sleep.