Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)

by Alexandria Bellefleur

Between the heart-shaped, glitter-filled balloons floating aimlessly along the perimeter of the room and the pink confetti littering the floor, it looked like Cupid had jizzed all over the reception space.

There was a strange lightness to her limbs as she reached out, taking her vibrator, clutching it awkwardly. Wash it. Right. There was black fur stuck to the silicone, not to mention cat spit. She stared at Olivia, words continuing to fail her. Olivia stared back, face flushed neon, her lips twitching. She jerked her chin at the vibrator. “I guess it’s safe to say that’s . . . pussy approved.”

No one had ever warned her of the very specific loneliness that came with living in a city where you knew no one, how easy it was to become touch-starved. Of course she leaned into Margot’s touch. She was honestly surprised she didn’t climb into Margot’s lap and purr.

Cake was supposed to taste like cake, not like the ingredients in a DIY face mask or potpourri. But, hey, it wasn’t her wedding, and the last thing she wanted was for someone to accuse her of being anything but supportive.

Cat’s tail swished from side to side. She stood, stretched, then hopped off Margot’s bed, sauntering across the room. She stopped just shy of the door and looked back over her shoulder, giving a sharp, insistent meow that made it clear she wanted something. Margot sighed and stood. “What is it? Did Timmy fall down the well?”

“I mean, Kraft?” Olivia tutted. “Hellmann’s or bust.”

It wasn’t anything worth freaking out over. Even if she did love Liv, Margot loved lots of things. Ice cream. Tequila. Her air fryer. Her friends. No big. Olivia cared, and so what if Margot loved that about her? It wasn’t like she was in love with her.