[cake tasting for their friends' wedding]
[Margot watches Olivia eat]
A breathy groan filled the air, more desperate than satisfied. Four curious sets of eyes locked on her.
Motherfucker, she had made that noise, all pleading and pornographic and - ugh. [..].
"Mar? [..]. You feeling alright?"
"Mm, yep. [..]. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Annie frowned. "You're looking kind of flushed."
Christ on a cracker, couldn't a girl be horny in peace?
"It is a little warm in here," Darcy said, earning herself top billing on Margot's list of favourite people. "I think they've got the heat set a touch too high."
Darcy's eyes darted from Margot to Olivia, a dimple forming at the corner of her mouth when she smirked. That was, without a doubt, a look to file away for closer inspection later.
"So, [..]. what do you think, or do you not care?"
"I care," Margot blurted, "I totally care."
"Okay ... so, thoughts?"
Margot winced. Shit. "Um, what was the question?"