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She's rarely ever in LA these days. Then again, Addison is rarely ever in New York either. Their wires crossed, their lives once intertwined now severed from one another save for these stolen, rare moments years apart.
Pepper's hair is done up, Addison's shorter than it used to be, so it's free, falling just under her jaw, and Pepper has to admit, she likes it.
"It suits you," she says, and she's not sure if she means the cut, or the sun of this place although it's raining right now, or something else entirely, but Addison smiles anyway.
"I have found peace here," Addison nods, her earrings clicking with the motion.
Pepper watches her walk to her spot on the sofa. She's facing the bay windows, but watching the storm flood the beach is no longer interesting. Addie's hand is cool when it sets at the nape of her neck. It is easy, falling back into this, into leaning down to meet Addison's lips.
She's rarely ever in LA anymore, might as well.