“If you want to go,” she added seeing me hesitate.
“Do I look like someone who wants to go?” I downplayed my response, pointing at the miserable look on my face.
“No, but you look like someone who needs to get your mind off things. Let’s go, June! Besides, you’re already ready.”
“No, I still have to change.” I put my hands on the skirt wrapped around my hips, which I’d grabbed randomly from my closet.
But Tiffany didn’t seem to be listening to me. Instead, she unzipped her knee-high boots.
“It’s a little tight on me. It’s from two years ago.” I tried to explain myself.
“What do you mean? You look great. Look, put these on,” she exclaimed, handing me her boots.
“I’m a size seven and a half, you?” I asked, looking at them.
“Me, too, June. Can I wear these?” I saw her grab my pair of Vans.
“Yeah, sure. Besides, you won’t find anything better in my closet,” I muttered, putting on the boots. “Do they make me look too tall?”
My question made her crack up.
Tiffany glanced at me in the full-length mirror.
“No, they don’t have the heel, how do I—” Then she broke through. Her dark eyes in mine.
“What is it?” I asked embarrassed.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me,” I murmured turning around.
“I wasn’t looking at you like that before.”
“How?”
Tiffany slid my lower lip under her teeth, while her thumb brushed against the skin of my cheek, caressing me lightly. Her long, thick eyelashes were the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes to surrender to her kiss. I felt our breaths interlace while our tongues melted into a slow, rhythmic play. I pulled back after a bit. Tiffany’s eyes were still closed, but right after, she looked at me as a satisfied smile crept onto her full lips.
“Is that enough of an answer for you?”
“We gotta go before my mom drags us with her to her blindfolded painting class.”
Tiffany headed out of my room, but stopped at doorway like she’d just remembered something.
“June, wait, something’s missing.” Oh no.
“Did you bring your swimsuit?”
“No,” I retorted tersely.
“No, in the sense that you don’t use it?”
I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“No, what are you talking about! I don’t feel like swimming.”
She looked bewildered.
“At night,” I added, hoping that would justify my attitude.
