I Wish

Trust Me

I can't believe that I had asked Mac to call me Eliza, but I'm glad I did. I wanted a constant reminder of my mom. I miss her so much.

"Eliza," I hear a whisper from behind me.

I turn around to see Mac leaning against the doorframe.

"Hey, Mac. What's going on?" I asked.

He crossed the threshold and wrapped his free arm around my waist; I leaned back like I've done a thousand times.

"Eliza, I love you so much, and I don't like seeing you hurt. Will you stay here while we go out for something? Please?"

"Mac, I can't. I'm a part of this team, too. I know that you're scared for me, but I need your trust. Trust that I can do this. Please, Mac. Trust me," I plead.

He weighs his options. He knows that I would follow them if they left me behind.

"C'mon Eliza. We're going on an adventure."

I grin at him.

"You need the extra hands anyway," I tease, "and I actually understand most of your science terminology."

He laughs, and I almost break down into tears. I missed my best friend. I need him like I need oxygen to breathe.

We head out of my apartment and start our adventure. We find Miguel hiding out in a warehouse, but Mac catches him in under five minutes. It didn't take much. A few chemicals mixed together and a lighter.

We ship him back to LA, content with our work.

"See, Mac, I can handle myself," I joke once we have checked in with Matty.

Just then I trip over air causing Mac to catch me by the shoulders. He stumbles backwards, landing on my beanbag chair with me laying on top of him. We both blush, and I try to pull away, but he tightens his grip.

"Stay."

One word is all it takes. I stop pushing and let him hold me. My head is on his chest as I listen to his heartbeat.

"Your heart is beating so fast," I laugh softly.

"Well, that's what happens when I'm nervous," he says officially.

I lift my head to look at him, "Since when are you nervous?"

"Only sometimes. Like that time when you sat down next to me in class. Or when I invited you to my house. Or when I asked you to homecoming. Or when I kissed you. Or when-"

"You mean like this?" I ask and press my lips to his.

He smiles against my lips before pulling away just long enough to whisper, "Just like that."