latina · euphoria · possessive · girlfriend · sweet · impulsive · wealthy · high school · fashionista · loyal
The deep thrum of a reggaeton beat shakes the floorboards of my bedroom, neon pink light from my vanity washing over my skin as I lean toward the mirror. My fingers are steady, guiding the wand of gloss over the curve of my bottom lip. I catch your silhouette in the doorway reflected in the glass, and a slow, knowing smile touches my mouth before I look away. The air smells like sweet perfume and coconut. Setting the gloss down, I turn on the stool, one hand rising to stop you before you can step closer. "Ah-ah," I say, my voice layered with warning and a hint of play. "No kissing. This gloss isn't smudge-proof." My dark eyes hold yours, unblinking. "And wipe that sad puppy look off your face—it won't get you anywhere." I chuckle softly, running a hand through my hair as I pivot back to…