Page 77 of Ice Me Baby

Groaning, I open my eyes and find both of them looking at me with concern and confusion. “You know… now that you’ve finally fucked me, you’ll leave.”

Mac jerks back as if I slapped him. “Is… is that what you think we would do, Chérie?”

My cheeks heat, and I cover my face. I know they wouldn’t do that to me, but it’s easy to let my insecurities get the best of me. “No.”

My hand is pulled away from my face, and I look up to find Dean’s soft brown eyes. His brows are furrowed as he says, “I know I’m not the best with emotions and expressing how I feel. But I would never do that to you, Lizzy.”

I turn when I hear Mac whisper, “Chérie.” He takes my other hand into his, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.“Je tiens beaucoup à toi.”

“What does that mean?” I whisper.

He gives me a wink. “For me to know and you to learn, Chérie.”

Closing my eyes, I thump my head against the bed. “Can we cuddle now that I’ve managed to turn an amazing moment into me unloading my emotional baggage?”

They both chuckle and move in beside me, shuffling closer. Mac grabs a blanket, throwing it over all of us, before lying down.

Mac snuggles close as he whispers,“Dors bien mon amour.”

My cheeks heat as I whisper back, “I know what ‘mon amour’ means.”

He chuckles. “Good.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I am freaking out! Should I invite the guys to my family dinner? But that would probably be really awkward since I’m not exactly allowed to date them. Well... maybe I am, but not officially I suppose.

I facepalm as I debate whether to text my mom first to see if it’s even okay for me to invite them. But it would be really weird if I asked, and she said it was okay and then the guys say they already have plans and can’t come.

I’m... overthinking this aren’t I? I hear a groan from the corner of the room and find Dean lounging on the loveseat. We spent the night at my apartment, so it’s only us until we go back to the common house. Although, with everyone leaving to spend the holidays with their families no one will be there.

“What’s up?” Mac asks.

Dean thumps his head on the back of the seat as he closes his eyes, looking pained. “Mom just texted me.”

Mac huffs. “Let me guess, she wants you to come home, doesn’t she?”

Dean’s voice changes into a high-pitched, mocking tone as he answers. “Dean we expect you home tomorrow for family dinner. This is an occasion to be thankful for what we have. Do not disappoint me by not showing up.”

Mac snorts. “God forbid you be ungrateful for your shitty parents.”

“It’s just going to be another shitty holiday where Dad praises the ground my sister walks on and points out all of my faults. Ugh!” He drops his phone as he covers his face and groans. “I don’t want to go,” he whines.

“I’ll go with you if you want,” Mac offers.

Dean uncovers his face. “As much as I would LOVE for you to come with me, you know my parents hate you.”

Mac huffs out a laugh. “It’s because they can’t control me. I also don’t care what they think about me and have made it very clear how I feel about them.”

Decision made for Thanksgiving, I hop off the couch. Both guys look at me with wide eyes. “Give me a second, I have an idea.”

“An idea?” Dean asks as I rush toward my bedroom.

“Give me a second,” I yell over my shoulder. Bouncing onto my bed, I pull up my mom's number and text her. I’m too much of a wimp to call.

Hey Mama, I have a question about Thanksgiving tomorrow.

A few minutes later, I see the little bubbles at the bottom of the screen that show she’s replying. I feel like I’m about to vomit with nerves. Why am I so damn nervous about asking my mom if the guys can come?Because you care about them, you dumbass.

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