Trust issues are characterized by fear of betrayal, abandonment, or manipulation. Mackenna knows all these things. She had seen this kind of shit before and she would be damned if she go through this all over again.
If you get hurt that badly, you...
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Baby, why don't you make yourself comfortable while I go and put this tongue on you.
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Mackenna Donahue wasn't one to enjoy physical touch unless it was strictly sexual. At least that's how it was for the Mac i've known since breaking up with Nate.
She endured hugs from Maddy, Kat and BB 'cause she didn't want to show them how messed up she really was but the only one who could hug her without her instantly tensing up all inside her was me.
I fucking enjoyed that privilege.
So needless to say, it hurt knowing that there was suddenly competition.
Especially when that competitor was actually one of my friends.
Pff. Fucking Fezco.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Mac turned and launched at Fez. Her arms wrap around his neck as her lips captured his in a passionate kiss.
A little surprised by Mac's sudden attack, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. The moan as her breasts, which were only covered by the thin fabric of her dress, brushed against his chest was music to his ears.
Mac reached down to the ham of his brightly colored sweater in a silent attempt to tell him know to take it off. She winced as a slight pain went through her right hand but tried not to let it show. Her lips wandered from his over his chin to his neck, which she nibbled lightly. Fezco can't help but let out a deep growl as he feels her teeth gnawing at the tender flesh on his neck. The bittersweet pain is soothed by her tongue licking the small wounds. He's sure you'll definitely see some of her markings on his skin afterwards, not that it would bother him. It's quite the contrary, it turns him on to know who made those marks.
Mac herself isn't a fan of visible hickeys on her body, but that doesn't mean she didn't enjoy getting some all over Fezco's body. She really likes the idea that other girls who are interested in him can see these marks and know that he is already in good hands.
As Fezco slid his hand from her waist to his sweater to oblige her to get rid of the annoying piece of fabric, he noticed her flinch and broke their heated kiss. He looks at the girl in front of him with wide blue eyes and knitted brows that show his concern.
"Are you alright, Ma?"
Not wanting to let on that her knuckles hurt more than she previously admitted in the car, Mac nods her head.
"I'm alright baby, just..." She finishes her sentence by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to him for another kiss.
The brunette's soft lips moving in unison with his distract Fez from his thoughts that something might be wrong with Mac. It didn't take long for the once tender kiss to become stormy again. His lips mashed against hers and his grip on her curvy body tightened as he held her even tighter. The physical contact elicits a pleasant moan from Mac. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so comfortable in the arms of a boy.
