REINA

Tessa had only been in my apartment for only twenty minutes and already turned it into a chaotic masterpiece—clothes on the couch, heels by the lamp, lipstick tubes rolling across the rug like confetti.

And somehow, I didn’t mind.

She sat cross-legged on the floor, face lit up by the glow of my ring light, smearing shimmer across her eyelids like she was performing open-heart surgery.

“God, this lighting is criminal,” she muttered. “How do you even see yourself in here?”

“I use the mirror like a normal person,” I said, leaning back on my hands.

Tessa snorted. “Normal is boring. You should know that by now.”

I laughed,...