Page 60 of The Gingerbread Bakery
‘Ithink we should have sex.’
Mac nearly choked on his French fry.
‘You think we should…’ He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. He had clearly misheard her.
‘Have sex,’ Annie helpfully supplied, stealing a fry from his plate. She had ordered the chocolate-chip pancakes, but somehow in the weeks that they’d been hanging out, it had become normal for her to steal some of whatever he had ordered. Like it had become normal for them to meet in this same booth at the diner to make their plans for the day. Somehow, in just a few weeks, he and Annie had become normal.
‘Shh…’ Mac said, glancing at the other diners. ‘You can’t just say things like that!’
Annie laughed. ‘What? Are you afraid of the town elders hearing or something?’
‘Kinda, yeah.’
She shook her head like he was being ridiculous, but the last thing he needed was for his mother’s mah-jongg group to hear him discuss his sex life out in public.
‘Hear me out,’ she said, as though he needed to be convinced to have sex with the girl he couldn't stop thinking about, the girl he loved kissing and hanging out with. Ofcoursehe didn't need convincing, but Annie was already in full argument-mode. It made Mac think that if this bakery thing didn't work out, she should consider lawyering.
‘First of all, I think we have established that we are physically compatible,’ she said, laying the arguments out on her fingers. Mac grinned. They had proven that several times over the past week. Making out with Annie had become his new favorite thing to do. In fact, his whole drive-cross-country-to-find-himself plan would be unnecessary if the thing he could be was the guy who kissed Annie.
‘Secondly,’ she went on, ‘I know you were worried about making rash decisions in the heat of the moment that I might regret, but this is something I have given a lot of thought to over the past few days and I have decided it's a good idea.’
Mac’s brain tripped over the image of Annie thinking about them having sex. Sure, he had been thinking about it pretty much nonstop, but to know she had been thinking about it, too, was a whole new level of hot.
‘And third,’ she said, ready to drive her argument home as though Mac wasn’t ready to drag her out of this booth and back to his bed already. ‘We are working with a limited timeline, and if we only have a few more days together then this is what I want to do.’
Mac felt himself deflate. She’d brought up the one thing they had been avoiding, the fact that he still planned on leaving after the New Year. Not that he’d managed to tell his parents yet but that was another thing he was very specifically not thinking about.
There was a ticking clock on this thing between him and Annie, and he knew that, but more and more, Mac found himself wondering what would happen if there wasn’t? What if he stayed? Would he and Annie continue on like this? Would she still want to see him?
‘What do you think?’ Annie asked, stealing another fry. She wasn’t meeting his eye anymore. The bravery she’d had during her fully planned argument seemed to have left her for the moment and now she looked nervous. And what was Mac supposed to say? No, I don’t think we should have sex because I’m worried that, if we do, I’ll get even more attached to you, and then how will I leave?
Or yes, we absolutely should, because I have also been thinking about it nonstop and I know that I will one hundred percent regret it if I leave town without being with you in every way possible?
Neither option sounded like the response of a sane and reasonable person. This thing between them was supposed to be to kill some time before the holiday. He couldn’t go saying crazy things like that. And he really didn’t know how Annie would react to any of it. All he knew was that Annie was a woman with a plan and, if this was how he fit into it, then who was he to turn it down?
Sex with a beautiful, funny, smart girl? Mac never claimed to be the brightest bulb in the box, but even he could figure out the answer to this one.
In the end he was saved from having to say anything at all.
‘Annie, there you are!’ A girl with curly hair and glasses who looked vaguely familiar to Mac came up to the table. ‘People that are alive answer their texts!’ she said. ‘I’ve been trying you all morning. I ended up stopping by your house and Charlotte told me you were here with your new boyfriend.’ It was then that the girl’s attention switched from Annie’s surprised face to Mac.
‘Hey,’ he said, fairly sure he was supposed to know who this girl was. They’d probably gone to school together, but he honestly couldn’t remember, which was probably part of why Annie always thought he was an asshole.
‘Hi,’ the girl said, looking confused and then turning back to Annie. ‘What’s going on?’ she whispered, as though Mac couldn't hear her.
Annie gave a strained smile. ‘Hazel, you’re back! I was just grabbing some breakfast, and I ran into Mac. Remember Mac?’
Hazel’s gaze flicked between the two of them like she was still trying to figure out why Annie would be sitting with him. She looked like she would have been less surprised to see Annie eating with a chimp.
Mac thought maybe they’d had Art together for a semester or maybe English? He still couldn't quite place it. The whole thing reminded him that, apparently, he and Annie had attended entirely different high schools.
‘Of course I remember Mac,’ Hazel said. ‘We had PE together for three years.’
‘That’s what it was!’ he said, smacking a hand on the table. ‘PE!’
Hazel blinked and Annie cleared her throat, giving him a pointed look to shut up. ‘Right, you’re old PE buddies. Anyway, what are you doing here?’
‘I came to find you. We were supposed to go Christmas shopping today. Remember?’
