One day with Margaux stretched and became three. The only time we left the bedroom was to use the bathroom or to answer the door for a much-needed food delivery.
With Margaux, I behaved like a drunken idiot. Instead of booze, her body was my vice. I didn’t stop even when my brain couldn’t decipher between her and her cousin. I indulged and let my mind believe what it wanted. My heart would just have to get over it.
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