Page 51 of Count Your Lucky Stars
Margot laughed. “Somehow, I don’t see myself complaining.”
“Good.” Olivia leaned in, pecking Margot quickly.
“You have plans tonight?” Margot bit her lip and snuck herhands under the back of Olivia’s tee, trailing a finger up her spine and biting back a smile when Olivia shivered.
Olivia’s hips jerked forward, a soft, sweet laugh escaping her lips. “Other than folding laundry?”
“Screw laundry.” Margot reversed the course of her hands, tucking them under the waist of Olivia’s jeans. Her thumbs traced circles along the dimples at the base of Olivia’s spine, touching sensitive skin that made her press even closer. Olivia’s grip on Margot’s hips tightened, fingers biting into Margot’s ass, making her grin at how easy it was to elicit a reaction from Olivia.
Or maybe Margot was just that good at it. Yeah, she liked that option much better.
“Mmm. Aren’t you supposed to say something likewhy do laundry when you can do me instead?”
“You know me so well.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to the velvety-soft skin just beneath Olivia’s ear.
Leaning her head to the side, Olivia bared her neck, giving Margot more room to work with, more skin to worship. A soft hum escaped her throat before the hands grasping Margot’s hips squeezed and Olivia stepped back, her hum of content morphing into a regretful groan that Margot couldn’t help but echo. “Before I forget. Brendon texted me.”
“Okay?”
“He invited me up to Snoqualmie for his and Annie’s joint bachelor-bachelorette trip,” Olivia explained, thumbs inching under the hem of Margot’s shirt. “Is that okay?”
Olivia’s fingers made maddening little circles against Margot’s sides. Goose bumps erupted across her skin, and for a splitsecond her brain went fuzzy, lost in the sensation. “Um. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Olivia shrugged. “They’re your friends.” And Margot was ninety-nine percent sure Brendon was trying to adopt Olivia into the fold. “I don’t want it to be weird.”
“Zero weirdness,” Margot said. “At least not for me?”
Olivia drew her lip between her teeth. “Have you, um, told them...?”
About what? Saturday? Or years before?
Margot shook her head. She was going to assume Olivia meant the former, otherwise she probably would’ve brought it up before now. “It hasn’t really come up. With the wedding and everything.”
“Right.” Olivia nodded quickly. “Makes sense.”
Plus, there was that whole thing where Margot didn’t know how to begin explaining this to her friends. The past, the now, none of it. Knowing Brendon, he’d probably get it in his head thatcasualwas a pit stop on the way to falling in love. He’d take it upon himself to play Cupid, to make their relationship intomore.
He’d hassle her, his heart in the right place, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions.This, her and Olivia, felt precarious enough without added meddling. Even if it was well-meaning.
“This is kind of a weird ask, but... do you think we could keep this quiet?” Margot winced. “That sounds terrible. Jesus. It’s just, you’ve met Brendon. You’ve seen how he can be, and that’s only in the handful of interactions you’ve had.”
Olivia nibbled on her bottom lip, staring over Margot’sshoulder into the mirror. “They’reyourfriends, Mar. You can tell them or not tell them whatever you want.” She flashed Margot a smile and shrugged. “I’m just their wedding planner.”
And the wedding was in under a week. Olivia would no longer bejusttheir wedding planner. Hell, she was already more than that. Margot’s roommate, Margot’s friend, Margot’s—something.
“It doesn’t have to be forever,” Margot said, her stupid voice cracking on the last word. Forever. Wow, way to imply that this thing between them had longevity. Fuck. Margot’s stomach knotted. Something else to talk about.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to, um, keep things under wraps until after the wedding,” Olivia said. “Keep things focused on Brendon and Annie.”
“Right.” Margot nodded quickly. “And, um, we can decide to tell them or not after.”
“Sure.” Olivia smiled and resumed tracing shapes into Margot’s skin. “The grocery store down the street is open twenty-four hours, right?”
“No. Only until midnight. Do you need something?” Something that couldn’t wait?
“Cat’s out of food. I thought I had another can in the pantry, but I don’t.” Olivia’s lips twisted to the side. “That, and I know Annie and Brendon said no gifts at the bachelor-bachelorette party, but I don’t want to show up empty-handed. I was thinking I’d bake cookies, and you have no sugar.”
Typical Liv, needing to bring a hostess gift. Margot smiled. “You know, most people bring alcohol or... I don’t know, a dip.”
