Tatum could have sworn her heart stopped entirely when Mackenzie said she wanted her. She actually meant her, and although she knew it was true, the realization still blew her mind, despite everything else. Frankie aside, family drama aside, Mack wanted her, of all of the girls in Sonnier. In the school even. It was just ridiculous, but it was clear that the blonde wasn't lying. What did she have to gain by lying? Tatum herself would be lying if she tried to say she didn't want her back.

She couldn't find a way to voice it, and just scrunched her face a little as Mack kissed her beside her eye. She opened up, peering at the older girl as their foreheads came together. "Is this even real life?" she murmured, shivering all over as Mack's finger began to tickle just above her shorts. Did she realize how something like that would totally destroy any chance she had of resisting all of this? It was a bad idea, but she couldn't turn back now.

Feeling Mackenzie's leg between hers, the redhead let out another soft moan against the kiss, her hips giving one useless grind against the blonde. It definitely felt real. If she didn't call this off soon, she didn't know how far this was going to go. She had a feeling it was in her hands, and that somehow made her more comfortable, even if guilt was still building deep inside her.

Lifting both hands up, she put one on either side of Mack's face, continuing the kiss between them. "J-Just for tonight, okay?" she managed to whisper, breaking the kiss to get it out, placing a furious series of smaller kisses over the blonde girl's face. "Cause w-we just.. need it, okay? Just for t-tonight," she insisted again, looking at Mack seriously, and surprisingly even herself by giving another arch of her hips against the girl on top of her.