Page 5 of Make Me Want it Too

“Can I get you something to drink? We have everything—beer, wine, whiskey, vodka, tequila, rum—and all kinds of mixers. If there’s something you want we don’t have, I’ll order it in.”

“Oh, um.”

Bex mentioned mojitos, but those are kind of a pain to make—the muddling and all that. I don’t want to impose on anyone.

Wine is usually a safe bet, but then I have to decide if I’m having one glass or two. No one else seems to be drinking wine—it’s beer and hard alcohol. I don’t want him to open a bottle just for me. But mixers are so sugary—soda is out, juice is out. Shots are easy. But also easy to get drunk, and I’m not planning on getting drunk.

Getting drunk isn’t a good idea. I end up having more than I plan, losing track of my counts, forgetting to go check my blood sugar.

Spencer was right. I really shouldn’t drink at all.

“No thanks. I’m good.”

“Okay. Do you want to…dance?”

With him? The idea of dancing with Wood is laughable, and I can’t help the little laugh that escapes. He looks down, the playful grin on his face gone. I guess he wasn’t making a joke.

“No,” I say. “I don’t dance.”

“Right.” He looks up and nods. “Can I at least get you some water or a snack?”

“Sure, I’ll take some water. Thanks.”

Wood winks and shoots me finger guns saying, “You got it,” while shimmying backward toward the kitchen.

The music cuts out and there’s a high-pitched clanking of glass, directing everyone to where Bex is standing barefoot on the coffee table—one of about three pieces of furniture in the whole place.

She wobbles a little, her long blonde hair falling in waves over her shoulders. Jake stands next to her, hands on her waist to steady her. He’s a younger version of Spencer—same dark hair and straight, symmetrical features, he’s just a little looser. It’s hard to put my finger on it. He smiles more, doesn’t stand as rigidly, I guess.

Bex clears her throat. “Hi everyone! We’re so glad you are all here. We love you so much. Jake and I have some news we want to share! Here, babe, take this.” She takes a sip of her drink, almost spilling it, then hands it down to Jake.

Then she holds up her hand, proudly showing off the huge diamond ring on her left finger.

“I said yes!”

CHAPTER 2

WOOD

I’m just trying to get this water to Macy.

“Yeah, so like, we should totally hang out some time. Like, just you and me. Let me give you my Snap?—”

I smile at the brunette who currently has me cornered by the sink.

“Hey, yeah, for sure. Just let me take this drink to my friend and I’ll catch you in a bit.” I give her a little nod and raise the cup as I walk away, making a mental note to avoid her the rest of the night.

She seems fine and all, and I admire a girl who will make the first move, but she’s not…

Macy.

I can’t help it. If Macy’s here, I can’t even be bothered to glance at anyone else.

It’s a problem, I admit.

The music has been turned back up to full volume now that Bex has jumped down from the table after making her announcement, half the party swarming her, giving her hugs and congratulations. Girls squealing over the ring. The other half is getting refills and starting to dance.

Macy is standing in the same spot I left her, casually dressed in light-washed jeans and a ribbed tank, hair up in a loose bun, several red curls falling out around her face. Her face… Fuck. She has the smoothest skin covered in faint freckles and dark, warm brown eyes. She could get me to do whatever she wants with just those eyes.

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