Ch. 7
AMBER
The suit is doing wonders for him. Maroon is one of those colors that looks good on anyone, but it looks really good on Mac. What catches my attention are two things. One, the dark sunglasses he's wearing. I definitely didn't give him those. And two, the white button-down shirt I'd gotten for him is missing. With his hands in his front pockets and the suit jacket pushed back, Mac’s chest and abs are fully exposed.
I almost choke when he turns around. Do they have a gym in Heaven, or are all angels built like Greek gods? I've never really been into skinny guys growing up, and now I'm wondering if that's something Mac hardwired into my brain when I was younger. I knew Mac was big. But boy, is he huge. The suit did nothing but showcase that. I have to resist the urge to reach out and run my hand across his chest in awe. Looking at him right now...ugh, I just want to put my head right between-
"Oh," Mac says, blinking at me, "Amber and I have-"
"Never met before!" I sputter. I pray my face isn't red. What the hell had I just been thinking? "I've never seen him before. It's nice to meet you." I squint at him and add, "Mac."
"Nice to meet you, Mac," Mor says, smiling at him. "I'm Morgan, but you can call me Mor."
"I know who you-"
"Oh my God, Mor!" I exclaim, grabbing her shoulders. "I think they're playing No Hands! You love that song!"
She gasps. "Holy shit!" Grabbing Chris's wrist, she flashes him a devilish grin. "Let's see if you can move those hips as well as you move that mouth."
I wish I could've gotten a picture of the look of sheer shock on Chris's face as she pulls him away.
Turning back to face Mac, my mind goes completely blank. Dylan takes his cup from my hand, groaning in disbelief, "Fat ass! You were supposed to take a sip! Jesus, do you want one of your own?"
I barely hear the insult. Shaking my head, I say, "Just a sec. I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick. I'll be right back."
I turn on my heel and practically run from the kitchen. Instantly, the music grows louder and the temperature rises. It's hot in here, almost too hot. I squeeze through the bodies until I find the staircase, taking the steps two at a time. At the top, I lean against the wall and let out a breath. That had definitely not gone as I thought it would. I had no idea he would just show up in front of everyone like that. I would've had a say in his plan if I knew it was going to be that blunt.
I make my way through the house. There are even less people up here. Just the occasional couple making out, which is just what I need to see. I move past each one quickly.
Amber.
His voice is like a caress down my spine, my very essence, as it echoes in my head.
I suck in a breath. This is trippy.
Trippy?
Yeah, like crazy. Speaking to you like this.
Oh.
I turn down another hallway and find one of the room doors cracked open. I peek my head inside. It's empty. Alright, I'll just sit in here for a second and get myself under control. I feel a little bad wandering through someone else’s house, but not bad enough to not flop down onto the bed. Tonight, we'd put Mac's plan to use. To be completely honest, I'm not even too sure what that meant, but I also don't want to worry too much about it anymore. Once I get to overthinking, I don’t stop until I start spiraling out of control. Definitely not what I need right now.
This time, he only makes me flinch when he speaks. "Hello, Amber. Why are you up here?"
"I needed a minute." I rub my eyes and sit up. God, he looks good. "I hope you didn't just disappear in front of my friends."
Mac shakes his head. Then, he steps into the room, shutting the door behind him. "You are wearing the white shirt."
"Oh, yeah. Speaking of shirts, what happened to yours?"
He looks down at himself, like he's just realizing he doesn't have a shirt on. "It was taken." When I only stare at him, he says, "by another...girl. She was very aggressive, and she said I looked better without it on."
Well, homegirl ain’t wrong. The idea of a drunk girl walking up to him and taking his shirt makes me want to laugh. "And the sunglasses?"
Mac reaches up and pulls the glasses off his face, studying them. "The human male Chris gave them to me. He said they were my welcome gift." He holds them out to me. "These...sunglasses. Do human eyes need to be protected from the sun?"
I shrug. "It can get bright if you stare at it for too long, yeah."
"I see." Mac puts the glasses back on and tilts his head to the side. "I did a search of all the people here, if you will follow me."
He turns, and I hop off the bed to run after him. I follow him back towards the staircase, where he starts going down. Stopping about halfway down, he points down into the crowd of people dancing and says in my head: That one.
I follow his gaze. Alright, by that one I'm going to assume you're talking about that blonde guy in the red shirt. Nah. He asked me for a pen once and never gave it back.
Amber, that is not sufficient enough-
Moving on.
You are very difficult. Mac's eye's flash, but he doesn't say anything else about it. That one?
I stand on my toes and look down into the crowd. Yeah, he's kinda cute. But the way he's eyeing that girl makes me think he's not available emotionally.
Well, that I can fix. Mac pulls his hands out of his pockets, but then he pauses. He blinks once, twice. Then he turns abruptly to me and says out loud, "Why not?"
Good thing I can decently read lips. "Huh?"
He stares at me. You do not want me to do that.
"I didn't say-?" I feel my heart stop as a wave of fury rushes through me. He read my mind. "Get the hell out of my head, Mac! That's not cute!"
Instantly my eyes widen, and I clamp my mouth shut. Mac says nothing, simply watching me.
I suck in a breath. I'm sorry, I say, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away from him. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just...haven't you realized that whenever you try and fix how a guy feels about me, it goes wrong?
Yes.
So, then you should understand what I'm about to say. My heart is pounding like crazy. I didn't say a thing, but he knew exactly what I was thinking. This bond is beyond my imagination. I'm not sure how I feel about it, anymore. I really don't want you forcing anyone to have feelings for me anymore, okay? We both know that, for whatever reason, it won't work if you do that anyways. Just help me find someone. Anyone, really. I can do the rest, okay, I promise.
Mac says nothing still. I wait for him to say no. I have no idea what I’ll say afterwards to convince him. But if he really wants me to help him, we have to try it my way first.
Then, he nods, turning back to the crowd. That one.
You know, I wish you'd stop saying that. I let out a small breath and move down a step towards Mac so I can tell where he's looking. He's eyeing a boy leaning against the wall towards the left corner, his right foot flat against the wall and a cup in his left hand. He looks bored, and I raise an eyebrow. I feel like you're just pointing out random dudes now.
I spoke with him.
I study the guy. Alright, fine. I can go feel him out. You know, he kind of looks familiar. I feel like we've had a class together.
Then this should not be difficult.
Oh, you'd be surprised. I'm killer at throwing men off.
Mac throws me a strange look, but I ignore it. Moving past him and down the stairs, I squeeze through the crowd over to where the boy is. When I find him, there's another girl dancing in front of him, and it's pretty clear what her intentions were. He's looking at her, but he doesn't seem too interested. Then, like he could feel me looked at him, he glances over at me. Moving my hips to the beat of the music, I hold his gaze. His eyes widen slightly, and I grin.
Reaching my hand out, I wave him towards me with my fingers. The music seems to pulse within me as I feel myself getting swept along. Turning my back to him, I move in tune with the sounds thrumming around me. It' not long before a pair of arms slide around my waist, and a voice says in my ear, "Mystery girl's got moves."
I lean my head back onto his shoulder and finally get a look at the boy Mac picked. Golden brown skin that seems to glow in the LED light with black hair styled in a curly fade and big, beautiful eyes the color of copper. A silver chain is hanging from his neck. His features are rough and rugged, and he looks like someone who should be on the cover of a magazine. It's a struggle to keep my face neutral.
Tilting my head towards him, I reach up and slowly drag my hand down the side of his face. "Imagine a stripper whose rent is due tomorrow."
Even if the music is too loud, he definitely knew what I said. His hands on my waist tighten.
Mac's voice rings in my head. How is he?
It's been, like, five seconds, Mac. I look over towards the staircase where I know he's standing and make a face. At least give me the time to figure out his name.
It has been more than five seconds. And his name is-
Shut up and quit distracting me, Mac.
He actually goes silent then, which surprises me, so I return my attention to the boy next to me. The plan is officially being put in motion. Whether or not my soulmate is actually at some random party, I don't know.
But what I do know is that every other time, Mac has been hiding in the shadows, influencing the relationship. That's why they all went bad. That's why Charlie...that's why we didn't work. That's why I ended things. I wasn't the problem then. I've never been the problem.
And I'm going to prove that.
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