“Yes. You got a problem with that?”
“No, no, not at all. It’s fine,” Mary quickly said, eliminating unfamiliar thoughts from her mind. Thoughts of soft legs and cheeks with dimples, gentle hands and hastened breaths. Where those images came from, she wasn’t sure. But Nico was doing something odd to her and Mary wasn’t sure if she liked it. She already had Sam and Louis to satisfy her urges, and she might start something with Noel too. She really had no time to mess around with Nico too.
At least, that was what she was telling herself.
“Anyway, so no worries that I’ll steal your men. They’re just friends,” Nico noted again, hoping she wouldn’t create any tension between her and the newest girl of the group. All three of her friends seemed to be fawning over her and she wanted to do her best to befriend Mary.
“Thanks for telling me,” Mary smiled, briefly touching Nico’s shoulder. A spark jumped between the two women and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Wondering if the other felt it too.
Quickly, Nico stepped back and refused to meet Mary’s gaze. She was clearly into the three men downstairs and that was complicated enough as it was. Yes, she wouldn’t let herself act on any urges she felt towards the beautiful brunette with her luscious curls.
“They’re waiting,” Nico muttered, deciding to remove herself from the equation. It took her friends long enough to recover from the Valerie fiasco, she didn’t want to do anything to disturb the fragile peace.
“Riiiiight,” Mary trailed off, a little embarrassed about her thoughts about Nico. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but recently her head seemed to be clouded with thoughts of not one, not two, but four people.
“Calm your tits,” she scolded herself silently, not understanding where all those desires came from. When she was with Kurt, it had been easy enough just to be with him. But then again, he used to be all absorbing, and not in a healthy way.
“What was that?” Nico asked, turning around in confusion and staring at the beautiful woman. She seemed to do a lot of talking to herself, but it was all murmurs and muttering.
“Nothing. Let’s go.” Mary brushed past the pixie and ignored the scent of lavender. She didn’t want any more temptation and somehow, this house seemed to be filled with just that. For her sake, she probably should get out of here as fast as possible and avoid getting herself hurt.
Probably.