Mackenzie knew that she wasn’t going to hear it back from the redhead, and that was okay with her. Love was a big word, and she knew that Tatum’s heart still belonged partially to Frankie. It made her sad but at the same time, the redhead was still kissing her back. She still wanted this and for now, that was enough for Mackenzie. She wasn’t totally out of this game yet, and Tatum Donnelly was kissing her. She had to battle the urge to jump up and do a little victory dance, it would totally ruin the moment. Although it would be adorable to see Tatum sit there and look at her with the disbelieving look she knew the girl would give her.

She kissed the girl softly again, she knew that Tatum was so very torn up about this. It killed her to see how upset the girl was, but at the same time, what Hunter had told her a few nights ago had rang true. She had two options, she could step in at push to get what she wanted or she could duck out of the game. As much as she hated to admit it, Hunter was right, Tatum would pick her if she wanted her enough. Otherwise, she might as well move on.

“I want you,” she admitted quietly, kissing away a stray tear that had leaked from the redhead’s eyes. She rested her head against the redhead’s forehead, trailing a finger around the girl’s waist. She started tracing patterns on the skin of her hip, right above where her shorts were. She slid her leg between Tatum’s and kissed her slowly, this was something to be dealt with delicately. There wasn’t anyway to rush into something like this. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right. Tatum could stop her at anytime and she wouldn’t get mad.