“Macon.” Macy whispered.

“No no no, don’t get all creepy on me. I’m good boy Macon.”

“So how long are you planning on playing good boy Macon? Just so I can be warned when you try to sneak me into some bed. Again.”

“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that. You and I both know you had fun in that bed.”

Macy shuddered, “No I did not. I was going out with Shane then and you just had to make him start-”

“Start what?” Macon smirked in the dark, though he knew the answer.

“You seriously need to work on good boy. You still sound like an ass.”

“I thought I was getting good. What can I say, it’s a part of me.” Macon smiled again, but it was in a sweet, caring way.
Was it possible that they were actually flirting? No way.

“Macon stop it.” Macy pulled her fingers through her hair, messing it up.

“Stop what?” He shrugged his shoulders like he had no idea what she was talking about.

“Good guys don’t flirt with girls who have boyfriends.” Macy laughed at her flirting self before heading back in.