The sound of something vibrating wakes me. Blearily, I open my eyes and raise my head. “Mack?”
The fingers stroking along my lower back stop. “Don’t move, it’s my phone. I’ll get it.”
Sighing, I settle back on the blanket and close my eyes.
In seconds, Mack returns, curving his body behind mine and pressing a soft kiss on the back of my shoulder. “It’s a text from Bennett. He said our fathers are preparing to kill each other.”
“Hmmm.” I know I should care, but I don’t. It’s hard to summon the energy to care about anything after spending the last several hours making love with Mack, eating, and splashing about in the stream.
“Yeah, I know,” he murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Mack.” I rub myself against him.
With a muffled groan, he shifts until he’s lying half on top of m
