Grinning widely at Natalie's praise, Gretchen moved closer to the other woman, ignoring both the waitress's approach and the little voice in the back of her mind. Just because she'd admitted to Trevor she was in love with him and just because he'd said it back, didn't mean that they had to stop having fun, did it? She wasn't a conversational type of person, she didn't want to sit down and have a Talk with Trevor, figure out what it was alright for him to do, who it was okay for her to fuck. They'd been doing fine for all these years, why change now?
"A World Cup, eh?" she asked, tickling her fingers idly along the inside of Nat's thigh. "I like that."