Page 54 of Make Me Want it Too

What the fuck is happening?

“What’s wrong? Did I do something? How can I fix this?” I get my shirt on over her head and pull it down frantically.

She looks up at me with tear-streaked cheeks. “No one wants me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not hot enough. I’m not smart enough. I’m not interesting enough. I’m boring. No one wants me. Spencer doesn’t want me. I thought maybe you kind of wanted me, but apparently not.” The tears start rolling down her face again.

“I’m so lost right now.”

“I was trying to seduce you!”

“You were?”

She wails, and not knowing what else to do, I wrap my arms around her and pull her face to my chest.

“No, no, no. Don’t cry. I do want you,” I say.

“You’re just saying that. And now I’m crying on your chest again.”

“Come here.” I usher her over to the bed and we clamber in.

She curls up on my chest as I cover us up and hold her to me.

“I wasn’t just saying that. Macy, I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. And I still want you.”

She lifts her head and looks at me with big, wet eyes. “No you didn’t.”

“I did!”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I chuckle a little. I can’t believe I’m saying all this. “I never did anything about it because you were either with Spencer or crying over him.”

She gives me a shaky smile.

I wipe the corner of her eye with my thumb. Thankfully the tears seem to have stopped.

“Lay back down.” It’s easier to say this not face-to-face.

She puts her head back on my chest and I stroke her hair. I could stay like this forever.

“Noah has told me I need to get over my crush on you for years, but I haven’t been able to. You’re my dream girl. The person I haven’t been able to get out of my head.”

She hiccups.

“The kiss we shared yesterday? That was hands down the best kiss of my life. I didn’t want to stop.” I do stop from telling her I had to turn over immediately after because my cock was maybe the hardest it’s ever been and I didn’t want her to see it and get upset.

“Keep going,” she whispers.

“You know I date a lot, but, as you pointed out the other day, I haven’t been in a real relationship in years. It’s not because I don’t want to be in a relationship—it’s because I desperately want to be in a relationship.”

With you.

I stroke her hair more and she settles down into the crook of my shoulder. “I try not to, but I can’t help but compare every girl I go out with to you. When I was younger, my dad told me he knew instantly when he met my mom that she was the one. He couldn’t describe it except for it felt like something inside him just knew, and he couldn’t ignore it. I always thought it was ridiculous until it happened to me the night I met you.

“I sit across from these girls at dinner and try to imagine bringing them home to meet my mom, and none of them make sense. But I can picture her meeting you, and I know she’d love you as much as I do.”

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