OFF LIMITS

CHAPTER ELEVEN - Blissful Bites and Breakfast Dates

KAT

A whole different version of the Mack I dragged home last night is driving us to breakfast right now. He looks rested, and that distinctive spark of his is right back on his ocean-blues where it belongs.

I don't know if it was the good night's sleep, the dry-hump session, or the fact that he found out I was wearing a jersey with his name on it last night, but he's a new man today, and I'm enjoying it.

I'm well aware that getting off from rubbing myself on him was wrong and shouldn't have happened, but just like our night together, I can't really convince myself to regret it.

We shouldn't be going for breakfast together either, but I guess I'm all for breaking my own rules today. After all, I don't think this is hurting anyone. We promised there would be no sex or kissing, so we're okay. I guess we can be friends.

Friends who dry-hump.

Yeah, I'm not sure being friends is a possibility. We'll figure out something else.

My sisters have been begging for updates since I got out of the shower and had time to answer their texts while Mack showered.

Rosie: Yoohoo. Earth to Kat? Are you alive, or did your boyfriend fuck you to oblivion?

Effy: You don't have to answer that, Kitty Kat. By the way, we assumed you're not coming home for breakfast either, so we lied to dad for you. Please update us soon.

Me: I'm alive, Rosie. There was no fucking and there won't be any either, because that can never happen again. I'll tell you guys everything when I get home.

Rosie: That sucks. My virgin self needs to live vicariously through you.

Me: Live vicariously through Effy. She's the only one of us who's getting laid regularly.

Effy: No one is living vicariously through me. Live your own life.

"Who are you texting? That's so funny," Mack asks from the driver's seat. Is he jealous of my sisters?

"It's the group chat with my sisters. They want to know if I'm alive or if you kidnapped me. Which you technically did," I tease, and he dramatically rolls his eyes, making me smile.

"I didn't kidnap you. I'm thanking you for dragging my zombie ass home," he states. "But considering you were wearing my jersey last night, I believe that was actually a dream come true for a fan."

I roll my eyes. He's not letting the jersey thing go. He actually wanted me to wear it today for breakfast, but I refused and just wore the shirt I had under it last night.

"So, you told your sisters about us," he asks. The 'about us' makes my heart do a salchow. The idea of Mack and I being an 'us' makes me flush, but that needs to end right now. I need to leave this breakfast convinced that I can be in Everett McKenzie's vicinity without us getting dangerously close.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, I just needed to tell someone." I fidget with the hem of my jacket to distract myself.

"Well, in that case, you should know that Hudson figured it out, too," he says with his eyebrows furrowed. I guess he's expecting me to be angry, but I figured Hudson put two and two together after he saw us at the parking lot the other day.

"What about Myers?" I ask him.

"I can't tell Rhett. He'll flip out and be so disappointed." There's the people pleaser.