Lise, Marcos & Vita
Vita mostly ignored Marcos. The only reason she fell aware of his intrusion being Lise’s distracted gaze. She, in turn, looked over to stare at the boy, her expression refusing to alter, her lips curled. Her eyes returned to Lise, whose legs encompassed her waist, and held her head so close that her words could dance upon the other woman’s skin, so that if she titled her head only slightly they would reconnect. There was a flame in Vita’s expression that made it seem as though the two shared a secret joke. She did not move her focus as she spoke to Marcos, but let her hands move slowly up Lise’s legs. “That’s very vanilla coming from you. Don’t pretend to be a gentleman, Marcos. I can see right through you.” Vita looked at him, and a giggle escaped her smirking lips. “You’re a man, aren’t you?”
Marcos tried to keep his eyes off the two girls, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. What Vita was saying was right; maybe a couple of years ago he'd have acted more gentlemanly, but he'd certainly changed after the whole Mila business but he still felt a little on-edge given that Lise was Ellie's best friend and he was seeing her in such an intimate situation. "Of course," he replied quickly, folding his arms. "What are you trying to say?" he continued, raising an eyebrow.
