~Lyra~

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tasha was still talking.. Grinning like a girl who had no fucking clue what it felt like to be ruined without even being touched.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter in a silk crop top, chewing on a pink straw while pouring Bailey’s into her iced coffee like it was 10PM instead of 10AM.

“This party is going to be insane,” she said, twirling her straw. “Like..I’m not even exaggerating..Kehlani’s DJ is coming. Kehlani’s. And the bartender? Girl, he makes drinks that glow. Actual neon. Last time I blacked out after three sips. They had to carry me out like a dead body.”...