“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?”
Margot patted her pocket, double-checking that she had her room key and cell before locking up. “I heard back from the DJ, by the way,” Olivia said as they stepped inside the elevator. “He has the set list, along with the song requests from the RSVP Google Form—that’s a relief.”
“I told you.” Margot kicked Olivia’s shin lightly. “You were worrying over nothing.”
Olivia blew out her breath. “You’re right. I’m just—nervous? Everything has to be perfect.”
“It’s not even your wedding, Liv.” Margot laughed.
“I know that.” Olivia tucked her hair behind her ear, worrying her bottom lip. Margot itched to reach out and draw that lip from between her teeth. Giving in to the urge, she skimmed her hand along Olivia’s jaw, cupping the side of Olivia’s face, and rubbed the pad of her thumb along Olivia’s bottom lip, gasping when Olivia’s tongue darted out against her skin. Olivia smiled impishly.
Margot dropped her hand with a shaky laugh. “Tease.”
Olivia’s smile wavered at the edges. “Brendon’s been a loyal client of my boss’s for years, and she’s trusting me to make sure this wedding goes off without a hitch. You have no idea how I had to actually beg for Lori to let me have this.” Olivia scratched her eyebrow with her thumbnail. “That’s not even taking into account that I actually like Annie and Brendon. Even if my career weren’t riding on this wedding being a success, I’d still want everything to be perfect because they deserve it.”
The fact that Olivia cared about Margot’s friends, about the people she cared about, the people she’d do anything for . . . that pushed buttons Margot didn’t even know she had. She had to swallow twice before she could speak. “I know Annie and Brendon appreciate everything you’ve done. You’ve been . . . amazing.”
Olivia ducked her chin. “It’s nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing. Olivia’s selflessness, her endless capacity to care, made her so fucking special.
Margot’s heart made a new home inside her throat. “It’s not. You have no idea how—”
The elevator dinged, the doors opening, saving Margot from word-vomiting her feelings all over Olivia.
Olivia made no move to leave the elevator, instead staring at Margot with wide eyes. Her lashes beat against her cheek with every blink, seeming to match the frantic fluttering of Margot’s pulse at the base of her throat.
“I have no idea what?” Olivia whispered.
Margot gulped, the sound embarrassingly loud inside the small space, even with the elevator doors open. “How amazing you are.” Fuck. Too much. “You know.” Margot coughed. “At what you do.”