Selina’s POV
My usual style was modest clothes. I’ve always liked them. They made me feel safe and unseen.But this morning, I found myself reaching past all of that.
My fingers landed on a top I’d bought months ago on impulse and never worn.
It was deep burgundy with a neckline that dipped lower than anything I’d normally choose. It was inappropriate, but definitely bolder.
I pulled it on along with fitted black jeans that showed off my curves. I studied myself in the mirror.
The girl looking back at me seemed more confident somehow. When I looked closer, I could see the faint marks on my skin…evidence of last night with Aaron and Alex.
Something about seeing those marks made warmth bloom in my chest. They were hidden enough that only someone looking closely would notice. A secret
