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“A little,” she admits.
“Totally worth it. Unbutton my shirt. Again.”
She laughs.
I guess some of my rules need adjusting. Right now, I want Meg more than I can possibly understand. So I just let my body take over.
And it is fuckinggood.
19Mmm Bacon
Meg
“Wedidit! The fucking horizontal hula!” I exclaim. Well, I don’t technically exclaim it because Cassidy and Aubrey and I are eating pancakes and bacon at Anna’s House, which is a busy restaurant. And I don’t want to offend the small children running around, or the dads, or grandparents. I don’t worry about offending the moms because I can tell they swear all the time. I would if I were them.
So it’s more like a stage whisper. But Cassidy and Aubrey light up anyway. “And?” Cassidy says.
“There are no words.” I take a big bite of pancake and just hum. Or moan. I don’t know.
“Did he…” Aubrey leans in. “You know. Call you a bad girl and use his cuffs on you?”
She sounds weirdly excited about that possibility. I shake my head. “There was no time. We were too busy inhaling each other to think about props. Next time, maybe, though.”
“Next time?” Cassidy asks.
“I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a next time. I can see there being a lot of next times, leading on for, I don’t know, years. But I’m not sure that Maguire can picture that yet.”
“You think you have feelings for him already?” Aubrey asks.
I think about it. Do I? Probably. When I met Maguire, it was like meeting a friend you hadn’t seen in a long time. When I’m around him, things are easy. I want to talk to him, rile him up, get him exasperated, and then I want to crawl on top of him and ride him till he shivers. Are those feelings?
Whoops, they are.
“There are feelings. Maybe this is the start of something great. But I don’t want to get my hopes up. He was pretty firm about not dating anyone.”
“Well, you got your hopes up with landing a TV spot, and look how that turned out!” Cassidy is so supportive.
“Cassidy,” I say slowly. Because she’s on to something. “It took me a decade to land that gig. I don’t want to wait ten years to land Maguire.”
“Maybe you already have,” says Aubrey. “But you’ve just got to let it breathe for a while. When is that wedding coming up?”
“Soon,” I say. “Two weeks.”
“Perfect,” Aubrey says. “Weddings make people feel romantic.”
“Maybe,” I hedge. On the other hand, last night I learned a little something about why Mac is so buttoned up. I won’t tell my friends about his ex marrying his twin brother. I’m not a gossip. But that’s a deep wound. And some people just never get over a wound like that.
And I can totally picture myself getting strung along. Not that Mac would do that intentionally. He’s only been honest with me. But sometimes when he looks at me, I feel like we could be magic. It would be hard to walk away from so much potential.
“So what’s your strategy?” Aubrey asks. “You should really play up the girlfriend thing without being creepy. Maybe it’ll be good training for him.”
“Right!” Cassidy agrees. “The one thing I’ve learned from my brothers is that boys need a lot of training. Don’t give up on Maguire yet. Maybe the emotional piece will fall into place. And until then, you can keep having lots of sex. By all means, get as much of that as you can so that your life doesn’t become a sexual desert.”
“I thought it was just a drought for you?”
“No,” she says sadly. “It’s an actual desert. Like with tumbleweeds.”
The conversation moves on to other things. Such as: what is tumbleweed, exactly? And why can’t Cassidy find a decent man to date?
