"That's what I think. I think I'm amazing," Shifting, Gretchen leaned closer to Natalie and away from Trevor, wishing she could move to tug the other woman close. She loved the feel of Trevor against her, his arm around her, Nat's fingers on the bare skin of her leg and suddenly a thought struck her so quickly and unexpectedly that she bit her lip to keep from making a noise.
She glanced back at Trevor, settled comfortably against the booth, observing the other patrons in the pub, keen to sit there even though he was likely bored, just because she'd asked, then back at Nat, taking a long swig of her drink to keep from leaning forward and kissing her. "Did he have any sort of excuse for not saying anything about me?" she asked, desperate to say anything, just to keep the sudden images of the three of them up at the flat or back at the house, out of her head.