Page 52 of Make Me Want it Too

“Sure,” Macy says, and she and Bex take turns taking swigs, Macy’s face scrunching up in the most adorable way after each sip.

“Liv?” Bex offers it to her sister. Livvy shakes her head. “Wood?”

“I’m good.”

“Boo, you guys are no fun.”

“Bex, hon, let’s get back to our table,” Jake says softly.

“Shit! I’ve been found.” Bex puts the flask away, smiling, before standing and being led away by her fiancé.

The sixth course comes out—a pear tartlet with mint crème and raspberry sorbet paired with a Riesling. The sommelier finishes telling us about all the notes in the wine and then starts pouring.

Macy reaches for her glass.

“Are you sure you really need more?” Spencer says dryly.

“Don’t talk to her,” I snap.

Macy gives my hand a squeeze, just one. I don’t say anything else. She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, though she looks a little unsteady on her feet as she goes.

I whip my head around and turn to face Spencer as soon as she’s out of sight.

“I don’t want you to say one more fucking word to Macy the rest of the night. In fact, make that the rest of the week. You’re upsetting her. You had your chance with her, and you blew it. It’s over. Leave her alone and let her move on. She’s not interested in you or what you have to say anymore.”

At the same time I say the words, part of me knows his words are affecting her so much because she does still care what he thinks. She’s probably still in love with him, because she’s pure of heart and you can’t just turn real feelings off. Believe me, I know that.

Knowing she still has feelings for him cuts me deeper than it should.

“Move on?” Spencer sneers. “With you? Do you really think you’re anything more than a rebound? That you two actually have anything in common. What even is this? It makes no sense. Are you that obsessed with competing with me? Are you still trying to win and one-up me, like you have since you were fourteen?”

I lower my head and my voice, trying to appear calm. “I never gave a shit about competing with you. If I won, it was because I was better than you. I wasn’t even paying attention to what you were doing. That was all in your head. The only thing I ever had a problem with you about was the way you treated Macy when you were together.”

He narrows his eyes. “Do you think I couldn’t get her back if I wanted to? I could get her back in a second if I tried. I don’t want her after she’s been with you. I always knew you had a thing for her, but I didn’t think you’d go so hard for my sloppy seconds this fast.”

My fists are clenched, and I lunge out of my seat before I can think better of it.

But I see red hair in my peripheral vision. Macy’s walking back to the table and just the sight of her clears the fog in my head, though my heart is still pounding.

I was a fraction of a second away from punching Spencer square in the face. And I wouldn’t have held back. He’d probably have a broken nose, and then I would have ruined Bex’s wedding.

I stuff my fists in my pockets as Macy approaches, clenching my jaw so I don’t say anything else. She’s still a little wobbly in her heals, face flushed.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

I nod, not looking at Spencer. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

She smiles, but then almost loses her balance and I grab her by the waist.

“Can we go back up to the room? I don’t feel great,” she says.

Thank fucking god.

She has her heels off before we even get to the stairs, kicking them across the polished wood floors. I pick them up as she sways on the bottom step.

I steady her around the waist.

“Sorry,” she slurs, “I think I drank too much.”

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