filled the pool with champagne and swam with the big names and blew through the money on the boys and the ballet and losing on card game bets with dalΓ
βgood point,β grace muses almost immediately. then raises her eyebrows at her with amusement dancing in her gaze. βyou know who it would make an even better point to?β
her tone is pointed but still gentle. itβs easy to see maisie is struggling with this. she wonβt tell . . .
graceβs lightness makes her chuckle as well, only to close her eyes a few seconds attendue to her head still being rather tender and sensitive. she does seem more understanding than diana, too. she relaxes a little, nodding.
β i think weβre both looking at it from too closeβ
her what to do but she also knows this feeling. the conflict, a desperation of not wanting to ruin a friendship over feelings. she just offers a smaller, more sympathetic smile.
βyou donβt have to do it today, mais. justβ¦ when youβre ready. but you canβt hide from . . .
look at the girl pressed up against her side. not like grace was one to talk, when she ran from most serious relationships before they could get too serious.
βdamn, girl!β the blonde canβt help but cry into the empty room, immediately cringing at the volume. groaning and pinching the bridge of her nose to try to alleviate the new round of pounding in her brain.
βyeah. yeah, i get that. itβs.. weird, when you break up with . . .
her hands rub her face, as if that would be sufficient to get rid of the guilt she carried. not only was navigating a difficult situation hard enough, doing it with all of her exβs best friends was a whole new beast. βwe slept together last night. well; the night before theβ
someone youβve been with forever. itβs like drugs. especially if the sex is great,β she teases with a nudge of her elbow into her side, mouth curling into a playfully wicked grin.
βhave you, like, talked to him about it?β she muses after a moment, lifting her head to . . .
graceβs nose wrinkles at that, nodding slowly. a deeper understanding as she blinks a few times, staring at the color on the wall and not much else.
βyeahβ¦ fucking tell me about it.β a slow exhale through pursed lips, βhowβ¦ howβre you hurting wyatt?β
that piques . . .
β no, no bomb dropped. justβ¦ i thinkβ¦ all of us being so entangled, so closeβ¦ sometimes it catches up to us.β she breathes out, breathing in graceβs perfume. βand i worry i might be hurting wyatt.β