Tatum closed her eyes tightly, a low groan escaping her as Mackenzie's nails scraped their way across the skin on her stomach and chest, making the weak muscles there tense up rigidly none the less. It hitched her breath, her hips arching up off of the bed in an automatic response. She felt bad as soon as she had done it, felt worse about how delightful the friction from her shorts against her was.

She licked her lips, they felt a little swollen as she chewed furiously on the edge when Mack's lips worked their way down her neck. So that was why she had been making noises like that earlier. It sent shivers down the redhead's entire body, starting right at the back of her neck, bolting down to her feet. She reminded herself, for not the first or even second time, that this needed to stop.

Another whimper slipped past her lips as Mack began to suck at her neck, and she lifted one hand to gently bat the blonde away. There couldn't be marks, no evidence. She couldn't wear a scarf in the start of Louisiana's summer. "Don't," she warned, though there was no conviction behind it. She felt her move against her ear, the breathing of the older girl making Tatum's heart flutter furiously.

When Mackenzie told her that she loved it, Tatum was dragged back down from the high of everything, reality setting in. Her best friend loved her, truly loved her, and she was leading the girl on. She knew, when this was over, she would go back to Frankie tomorrow. She could joke as she would, but she wasn't ready to break up. If Frankie wanted her, she wanted her back. Who was she to even drag Mack into this? And then for her friend to have such feelings..

She looked back into the other girl's eyes, but her own eyes welled up with tears all over again. "I don't know," she managed, before she was caught in another kiss, and she leaned into it again, arching with Mackenzie's hand. Her arms wrapped desperately around the blonde, clinging to her, half terrified to even let her go. She needed her so bad, but she needed Frankie too, and yet again she realized that someone was going to get badly hurt from this. It was all her fault.

"I h-hate this, I w-w-want this," she whispered, sniffling, kissing Mack lightly again. "I don't even k-know, fuck," she continued, eyes closing to keep any tears from falling. Her arms stayed tight, just holding on.