Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)(63)

Olivia’s heart squeezed, the line between pain and pleasure whisper thin.

Yet could never come, and it would still be too soon.





Chapter Sixteen




Someone knocked on her bedroom door.

Margot burrowed deeper into her pillow. Too early. She was warm, almost too warm, the arm wrapped around her waist—

Hello.

Margot’s eyes shot open. This wasn’t her bedroom. This was—

Last night came rushing back in one fell swoop. Arriving at the lodge. Hanging out on the patio. Luke. Texting Liv. Her thighs clenched. Everything that had come after, until the early hours of the morning.

Whoever was at the door knocked louder, causing Olivia to release the cutest little whimper before burrowing her face against the back of Margot’s neck.

Pale gray light filtered through a gap in the curtains. It was too early for housekeeping.

“Hey, Mar? Everyone’s already downstairs. Are you coming?”

Shit. Elle.

Eyes still adjusting to being open, Margot patted the nightstand, searching for her glasses. She slipped them on, then grabbed her phone to check the time. 7:06. Early, but not as early as she’d expected. She had two texts and a missed call, all from Elle.

Elle (6:45 a.m.): we’re all meeting for breakfast at 7

Elle (6:57 a.m.): mar?





One missed call 7:00 a.m.



“Fuck,” Margot muttered, earning another whine from Olivia, whose arm tightened around Margot’s waist. She sighed and ran her fingers along the back of Olivia’s forearm. “Liv, I’ve got to get up.”

Carefully, Margot extricated herself from the bed, wincing at how cold the floor was under her feet. Picking up clothes as she went, Margot pulled yesterday’s sweater on over her head, grateful that it hit midthigh. She cracked open the door and poked her head out, the bed within direct view of the doorway.

Elle’s smile fell. “You aren’t ready yet?”

“Um, no. I—I overslept.” She winced. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Do you just want to meet us . . .” Elle’s eyes widened comically. “Um. Sorry.” She shut her eyes and shook her head, laughing under her breath. “Lost my train of thought. Do you just want to meet us downstairs?”

Margot nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll be down in fifteen, okay?”

“No rush.” Elle smiled brightly. “Take your time.”

As soon as the door was shut, Margot dropped her head and groaned. All she wanted was to crawl back into bed beside Liv and revel in this little bubble they’d built, an oasis of soft sheets and softer skin, the fireplace churning out heat they didn’t even need, not with the way she burned when Liv touched her, even in the most innocent places. The inside of her wrist or the back of her knee, the small of her back, a kiss against the top knob of her spine capable of undoing her completely.

“Is everything okay?”

Margot spun around. Olivia was sitting up, sheet wrapped around her, hair mussed and eyes sleepy, lips kiss-swollen and pink.

Margot jerked her thumb behind her at the door. “That was just Elle. We overslept, I guess.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “Wait, what time is it?” She swiped her phone off the nightstand. “Shoot. I still need to check my email.”

Olivia hopped out of the bed, stumbling and catching herself when the sheets tangled around her legs. She kicked them aside and bent down, snagging her clothes. She looked up, lips twitching. “You’re wearing my sweater.”

“Oh.” Margot ducked her chin and laughed. No wonder it hit so low on her thighs. Olivia was taller, longer in the torso than she was by several inches. “I guess I am.”

Olivia crossed the room on bare feet, bare everything, and rested her arms on Margot’s shoulders. She leaned in, ghosting a quick kiss against Margot’s mouth that made her shiver. “It looks good on you.”

The tips of Margot’s ears burned. “Thanks.” She dragged her eyes up Olivia’s body in a slow, exaggerated leer. “Maybe I’ll have to steal your clothes more often.”

Olivia bit her lip and blushed, color spreading down her chest. “I should probably go shower and get ready.”

Margot’s stomach chose that moment to give a vicious-sounding growl, rumbling loudly. She and Olivia both laughed. “Not a bad idea. We’re supposed to meet everyone downstairs for breakfast.”

Olivia stepped back, hands falling to her sides, and Margot immediately missed her warmth. “Okay, meet you back here?”

Margot nodded and headed for the bathroom, running through a record-fast shower. She didn’t bother with makeup, just brushing her hair and throwing on her clothes, a simple black sweater and pair of jeans.

Five minutes later, Margot was in the middle of fighting with the zipper on her left boot when Olivia returned, looking the part of an adorable snow bunny in a pair of pink insulated cargo pants and a cream-colored fleece. In her arms was a pink jacket that matched her pants.

Olivia’s brows knit. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

Margot tugged on her sleeves. “Yes?”

Olivia fiddled with the zipper pull at the top of her fleece, lowering it an inch before drawing it back up to her neck, distracting Margot with that tantalizing sliver of skin. “Okay. You ready?”