Hate Me, Love Me |GxG|
Margaux frowned.
"Geez, Maggie. If you're sexually deprived, just say that. You don't have to be jealous of my game," Heather shot back.
Margaux lunged at her, but Remington managed to catch her, pulling her back. "Alright, ladies! I'm hungry, exhausted, and in dire need a shower. This gown lets too much cold air glide against my ass, and it is deeply uncomfortable."
The room erupted in laughter as Remington adjusted the back of her gown.