Lila kissed her. It wasn’t the glossy, choreographed kiss the producer wanted. It was awkward. Her nose bumped Margo’s cheek. They both started laughing, then crying, then laughing again.
The romantic storyline wasn’t in the magazine. It was in the quiet. The way Margo taught Lila to angle her chin to avoid double-chin photos—a tender, proprietary touch. The way Lila read Margo’s horoscope aloud from her phone each morning, making up absurd predictions. Playboy-s Sexy Summer Girls 2012
And in Margo’s script below it: "Best summer I ever survived." Lila kissed her
“He’ll cut us from the issue,” Lila whispered. ” Lila whispered.