Page 60 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

He grins. “All day.”

“You’re the best.” I throw my arms around his neck.

“I want it back after you’ve slept in it, though,” he murmurs in my ear.

“We can pass it back and forth.”

“I have one other thing. It’s kind of silly,” he warns.

I smile up at him. “I like silly.”

He pulls a stuffed mascot out of his bag. They’re available at campus stores, and this one has TILTON BLAZE HOCKEY on the front and MEYERS 76 on the back. “For you to snuggle with when I’m away.”

I hug it to my chest and kiss his cheek. “It’s perfect.”

“You two are so cute.” Enid makes a heart with her fingers.

“The cutest,” Chase agrees, then turns to Cammie, blinking innocently. “I just gotta grab my bag. You want to come with me to make sure I have everything I need?”

“Yeah, sure. We’ll be right back.”

They disappear down the hall.

“Does anyone want to place bets that they’re gone for more than a minute?” Enid asks.

“Chase is already packed,” Mac says.

I pat his chest. “She’s not checking his bag.”

“At least not the one he packed,” Tally adds. “I bet a slice of cherry chip cake from Just Desserts she comes back with puffy lips.”

“And I bet she’s walking like she rode the D,” Enid chimes in.

“I think option two is more likely. Cammie will have a dazed and confused look and Chase will be all smiles and strutting,” I toss in my two cents.

Mac’s brows furrow adorably. “You think they’re going to have sex?”

“Absolutely,” we say in unison.

“At least we’re not playing until tomorrow morning,” he grumbles.

They return seven minutes later and I’m the winner.

Mac gives me a chaste kiss goodbye and the guys leave.

“So much for staying off the D,” I tease.

Cammie shrugs. “I have no self-restraint.”

“Can we talk about how cute you and Mac are, though?” Enid sighs.

“So cute! I love that he bought you a stuffie, and gave you his shirt to sleep in.” Tally side-hugs me.

“And I love that it started as this whole fake-dating thing and now it’s finally real,” Cammie adds.

“I want to ask about the sex, but I’m not going to ask about the sex,” Enid declares.

“Thanks, because I wasn’t going to share.” I wink. “But I’d be just as curious as you if I were in your shoes.”