“You, Mackenzie Randolph, are a pervert.”
He grinned at me. “And you, Nori Stedworth, are the answer to both of our prayers.”
Then, instead of taking his computer and handing me mine,
he placed his palms on either side of my face and kissed me.
I should have yanked out of his grasp. Kicked him in the shin.
Slapped his face. Spit in his eye.
One of the above.
Some of the above.
All of the above.
Instead, I did none of the above. Instead, I kissed him back.
In the background I heard Gertie chuckle.
Her laughter brought me to my senses. I broke the kiss. “Why did
you do that?”
He grinned. “Because I’ve been wanting to ever since I met you?”
Not the answer I expected. “You did it to throw me off balance. To
change the subject.”
He shrugged his shoulders. His grin grew wider, his expression
taking on a Dennis the Menace appearance that announced mischief was second
nature to him. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
I felt the heat surge through every pore of my body. No point in
denying his assertion. Either to myself or him. My skin still tingled from
his touch; my flushed cheeks confirmed his statement. Dave was a good
kisser, but compared to Mac, he was a rank amateur. If they gave out an
Oscar for Best Kisser, Mackenzie Randolph would strut off the stage with the
phallic gold dude every time.