We didn't make it home until an hour later. Margot apologized only that I took too long to admit my wrongdoing. I hated that I was so much more than okay taking the blame for Bianca's playful accusations.
God, it was so hard to walk next to Margot. She was so confident in her stride. You'd have never guessed she had been all over a girl just an hour ago with the way she slips between and around men in the street. That flirty, unattainable air that followed her was doubtlessly intoxicating to the men in Harlem.
I knew it was a better buzz to me that any of the booze I had drank that night.
She was the first one to my door, no surprise given her much longer, perfect legs. Her hand touched the door and it swung open with ease, her hands were then on my blouse and her mouth on mine as we stumbled through the open door, I slammed it with my foot behind us.
We spent the next day in bed, basking in each other.
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