She tensed her own body in response when the whimper escaped Mack, seeming to echo across the darkness between them. It made Tatum's breath catch in her throat, and it took a few moments before the younger girl to manage a shaky exhale. "Uhm," she began, barely a whisper. She could hear Mack's heart again, louder than ever, like it was trying to jump right out of her chest. She was pretty sure her own heart was doing the same thing. It had been a simple gesture, almost friendly, but there was no denying the intensity of their movement. They had both felt it, and Tatum's stomach felt tied in a thousand knots as a result.

Her head shot up when Mackenzie spoke her name, her eyes probably as wide as saucers as she did. She was trying to stay calm, but there was no denying the feelings now, there was a charge building between them and she didn't think they could stop it. Her hand, still held by Mack's, gave the other girl another squeeze. She wanted to reply, but words were quite beyond her.

All at once, Mack was propping herself up, shifting around the bed, pulling the blanket half off of them. She felt the hand on her cheek, and squinted that eye a little in response, a weak smile crossing her lips as she looked up at the older girl. The thumb drifted across her skin, and she found herself tipping her head against the blonde's hand, looking seriously at her despite the little smile. Mack was looking at her so closely, looking for something, but Tatum had no clue what to offer her. When Mack finally spoke, Tatum was closing her eyes and trying to breathe deeply.

"Kay," she blurted, without really thinking of it. She felt weak, used, and exhausted. There was really not much fight left in her over this. They were going to kiss, and she should have known it was going to happen before Mack even got here, before they even climbed onto Bekka's bed. She had let it get this far, and she couldn't hurt another girl. She had hurt Frankie, she had hurt Mack before, and now Mack was laying herself out all over again, and she couldn't hurt her a second time. She also couldn't deny that she didn't want to fight it. Mack's lips were on her before she had much of a chance to give it a second consideration, but there was.. surprisingly nothing wrong with it.

Other than the obvious moral ramifications, or the guilt she was sure that would drag her stomach down for the next part of forever, it was actually really nice. She lifted a hand, lazily resting it onto Mack's shoulder, squeezing it as she was kissed, and she found herself kissing back, leaning in hungrily. When was the last time Frankie had just kissed her? Just held her? It was wrong, but she needed it, sinking further into Mackenzie's arms around her.

The blonde's lips were soft, the bottom one just a little rough, probably busted by Hunter recently or something. That wouldn't surprise Tatum a bit. She kissed it lightly, sucking at it, and her hand moving of it's own accord, sliding down off of the older girl's shoulder. There was a moment of hesitation, which seemed to last forever for Tatum, before the hand kept going, grazing just lightly over Mackenzie's breast through the over-sized hoodie. She didn't feel like she was wearing a bra, and Tatum felt her stomach plummet down into her legs, making her shudder. What the fuck was she doing?