Eight minutes later, I opened my door to find Aurora standing in the hallway wearing a white crop top, black jeans with strategic rips, and this satisfied smile like she'd already won whatever game we were playing.
Beside her stood the most aggressively goth girl I'd ever seen.
Black hair with vivid purple highlights pulled into a messy high bun. Heavy smoky eyeshadow and winged eyeliner sharp enough to file taxes. Black lipstick. At least eight piercings per ear. Violet eyes that studied me like she was deciding where to bury my body.
And a body that made my brain skip like a scratched CD. Thirty-eight F at minimum. Curves that belonged in a fantasy illustration, not standing in my hallway. She wore a black band tee cut to show her midriff, ripped jeans that hugged her hips, and combat boots with enough buckles to intimidate a motorcycle.
A lollipop sat between her black lips. Cherry, based on the smell drifting my way.
"Hi," I managed, trying to remember how words worked.
