Tatum knew she couldn't drag their contact out forever, that soon enough it would need to stop, for more reason than one. But that certainly didn't make the task any easier. Every time that she felt she was ready to pull back and tell Mack that they couldn't go on, the blonde would do something seemingly small and insignificant and send shivers down her whole spine. She seemed to be tingling right down to her toes as the older girl's fingers played over the small of her back as it poked out from under her shirts.
"W-Wait," she gasped out finally, breaking away from their kiss, and looking at the blonde seriously with half-lidded eyes. She felt breathless, like they had been kissing for hours rather than minutes. "We should-- we c-can't right.. r-right now, but I need to.. I-I just need to, but not r-right now? Just let me-- p-promise, I'm going to fix everything but I still.. h-have a boyfriend. Right n-now. So we c-can't but I just.."
Trailing off, the redhead bit her lower lip fiercely. "I j-just really want to. I never-- is t-that like, real making out?" she half-whispered, wanting to either laugh or cry. No boy had ever given her that fluttering tingling amazed feeling that the tall blonde was still giving her just by perching in her lap.