His Soft Obsession

Chapter Forty : End of the Night Ain’t Always Sweet

Lyric

Janiyah’s house was lit.

Music loud.

Lights low.

Cups spilling.

Phones flashing.

Everyone who was anybody pulled up to her pre-summer break party.

And she ate. Down.

Nails done.

Edges slick.

Lashes giving attitude with every blink.

“b***h, we did that,” she said to me in the bathroom mirror, lip-glossing for the third time.

“We really did,” I agreed, adjusting my top.

We took bomb pics.

Laughed hard.

Danced until our legs hurt.

For a while?

I forgot all about Zay ghosting me.

By midnight, the party started slowing down.

People trickled out — some stumbling, some cuffed up, some still trying to finesse a number before the lights came back on.

Janiyah and I started cleaning up a little — cups in trash bags, counters wiped, couches fluffed.

Smoke was still around, s