voice drops lower, her manicured fingers ghosting up the blonde's arm just slow enough for the woman to pull away if she really wanted to.
" that why you like me so much? "
she didn't speak, just watched sophie's eyes linger on the bubbles in her drink while margo leaned against the kitchen island, margarita back in hand as she studied sophie over the rim.
" graham is easy to deal with. " she says with a —
as soon as she stepped inside , memories found her again. some of them were good . somehow . . . that only made it worse . sophie followed margo into the kitchen , fidgeting with her own hands before letting out a quiet , humorless laugh . —
lazy wave of her hand. she took another sip before she set the glass aside and moved closer to sophie again; leaving barely any space between them.
" i don't think you like easy as much as you've convinced yourself you do. "
margo's —
margo's teeth sink into the corner of her bottom lip when she notices the hesitation on sophie's face, like she was still talking herself out of being there. but when she finally stepped across the threshold, the woman let out a breath —
sophie hesitated , but there was no point pretending anymore . she had driven all the way there because she wanted to . so she stepped inside .
" club soda . no more bad decisions today . "
despite the teasing tone , it wasn't really a joke . ——
entirely anyway. but really it was an excuse to see what reason sophie would give this time.
margo rounds the kitchen island to stand in front of sophie, close enough that there was no mistaking the intention behind it. margo slowly —
perhaps it was the second margarita she was currently sipping on that had her so calm, because what mentally sane person would even think about cracking a smile at a time like this? and yet, seeing sophie standing there made her feel —
she knew this had been a terrible idea. they hadn't even spoken yet, and she already felt like some 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺.
she ran a hand over her face, trying to hide it, but it was written all over her expression just how much she'd missed margo. —
more calm than the tequila ever could.
margo follows sophie's gaze over her shoulder and then turns back to the blonde, taking a sip of her drink. " you want one? or if you prefer to keep it safe theres club soda. " she says as her —
deep cut, one piece swimsuit margo wore disappearing underneath cut off denim shorts greeted her before margo's words could.
" thought i was about to have to come drag you out of that car, boston. "
the cold rim of her fresh margarita touched her lips at the exact moment she spotted sophie's car pull into the driveway, yet sophie wasnt at her door in record time like before.
margo peeled back the curtains, catching a glimpse of —
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she did exactly as she'd said she would, asking her neighbor to watch jack until the babysitter arrived. she wasn't planning on staying long. but margo always had a way of making her lose track of time.
she shouldn't even be driving to that —damn— lake house. —
the blonde still behind the wheel— probably trying to talk herself into leaving— until she watched the woman finally exit the car. margo let the curtain fall back into place as the door swung open before sophie even knocked. the —