Harley’s POV
“Here—let me.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as Payton takes the eyeliner pencil out of my shaking hands and applies it to my eyelid for me. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” I admit as I close my eyes and let her work her magic. “It’s no big deal, right?”
She finishes her masterpiece, then backs away from me, marveling at her work. “It is a big deal if your feelings are real—which, clearly, they are.”
She’s certainly right about that. I put far too much thought into my appearance tonight—much more so than I usually do. My violet-colored tunic has a scoop neck in the front, revealing without being quite as obvious as the dresses I’ve been wearing to parties, and it pairs nicely with the skin-tight, black jeggings that I also borrowed from Payton. She matched the
