Alexandria Bellefleur

Margot’s hand slipped under Olivia’s sweater, t

She sniffed hard and leaned her head back against the wall. “Let’s say I try. What happens the next time I inevitably fuck up?”

“Then you wake up the next day and you try again and fail again and fail better.”

The color leached from Tucker’s face, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the back of the empty chair in front of him. Madison shot him a frantic look.

“After six magical months together, I asked Tansy a very important question.” Gemma reached for Tansy’s hand. She turned it over and brushed a featherlight kiss against the fragile skin of Tansy’s wrist. “Tansy, here, has agreed to marry me.”

As their noses brushed, Tansy’s breath blew sweetly, gusting across Gemma’s mouth. She paused, her thumb stroking the curve of Tansy’s jaw, delighting in the anticipation of the drawn-out moment before their lips touched. Clinging to her hair, her skin, was the scent of clean linen and old books. Pausing to inhale the honey sweetness of Tansy’s beeswax lip balm, she granted Tansy an opportunity to back away, to rebuff her advances. When Tansy didn’t take it, Gemma erased that final bit of distance between them, brushing a kiss against Tansy’s mouth.