Sydney

The door clicked shut after Tyler, and for the first minute, it was just me.

I slid carefully off the counter and turned to the mirror, immediately catching that stupid smile that refused to go away, my cheeks burning so brightly, you’d think someone had painted them red.

So much for Maeve’s concealer.

Somehow, I could still feel Tyler’s lips on mine, his hands gently on my cheeks like he was scared I’d disappear if he held me any tighter.

And even though he’d basically smudged my makeup and completely ruined my lip gloss…

It was totally worth it.

I swallowed back a squeal, the butterflies in my stomach...