Chaz was right—she was easy to look at. The fact that she was beautiful wasn’t a secret. Anyone with eyes could see that; the way her dark hair shone like black velvet, how her full lips smirked when holding back a quick retort, those endless eyes that cut right through you. It didn’t help that I knew how her skin felt beneath my fingertips, how her body felt held against mine in a darkened corridor. Maybe I was attracted to her.
