"Okay Mack, what the hell?" Lucy said, turning underneath him so she could glare at him in outrage. "What's your damage? No one your age gives two pennies about the type of body modifications I got. Seriously, not even my dad would care this much and, hello, Amish?"
Mack growled and rolled off her. He shoved a hand through his hair, tousling it up. Lucy sighed a little. She both loved and hated when he did that. Disheveled just looked so damn good on him. It got her every time. Spiky Mack hair was fast becoming her kryptonite.
"I shouldn't care this much," he finally said.
Lucy's jaw nearly dropped. He was agreeing with her? She cautiously snuggled into his side, reaching for a blanket from the chest beside the couch and pulling it over them.
"Then why do you care?" she asked. "Becaus
