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That’s all I said to her. I didn’t know if she’d be pissed at me too. My palms grew slick waiting for her response. Minutes ticked by like warnings that I was being too selfish. Too greedy.
Sutton was at a breaking point and I was so fucking starved for affection and attention and…love, that I was willing to be the goddamn straw to break her back all so I could talk to Margot.
Everything was wrong.
I couldn’t help myself though.
When I didn’t get a response, I figured it was for the best and drove to the store.
My phone buzzed the second I pulled into a parking space and I let out a sigh of relief.
Margot: Okay…I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me anymore. I didn’t hear from you and I know you left early this morning.
Me: I did. Are you in Baltimore yet?
Margot: Why?
Me: I was just curious.
Me: I miss you.
Goddammit.
Greedy. Greedy. Greedy.
Margot: Where’s Sutton?
Me: I don’t want to talk about Sutton right now. You and I need to talk. Let me know if that’s possible.
Margot: I guess. I don’t know when I’ll get in but I’ll text you.
Me: No. Don’t. Things are…tense at home.
Margot: I’m sorry…It’s because of me, isn’t it? She knows.
Me: I’ll text you later, Margot. Just know that I do miss the fuck out of you.
My fingers hovered over letters that they probably shouldn’t have. I was bold enough to type the eight letters but not bold enough to send them.
There was no way I could fall in love with Margot.
Margot: I miss the fuck out of you too, Lennox.
I snapped my eyes shut and pulled in quick shallow breaths to calm the desire building inside of me. I didn’t think it was possible to want someone so damn bad. It turned into more than that though.
I needed Margot.
I needed her simply because of the void Sutton created.
I got out of the car and went grocery shopping for things I knew Sutton loved to eat. I picked up a few bottles of chardonnay because I didn’t know how long the snow would fall and I didn’t want to be trapped in the house without something to take Sutton’s edge off.
When I got home, I heard Ravel playing through the speakers and I hoped maybe Sutton was in a better mood. I put the groceries away and looked over my shoulder when I sensed her behind me.
“It’s supposed to snow all night,” she told me.
“How much are we supposed to get?” I asked. I placed a bottle of wine in the chiller and handed her a bag of her favorite gummy bears. She gave me a small smile in return.
“Thank you. I think we’re in for six to eight inches,” she replied.
