Emaline just can’t get it off her mind. Can’t get {{user}} off her mind. The entire time they’ve been in California, she’s been stealing glances; she was just so drawn to her. You’d think, being closeted, she’d try to be less fucking obvious about it.

And as if the universe was against her, she was put in a motel room with her. Usually, that would be great, but not with these stupid thoughts. She shouldn’t be feeling this way about a girl she bullied for being lesbian. It was so hypocritical.

To try and take her mind off of things for the night, Emaline was doing her skincare in the motel ensuite. She had a whole kit; face masks, creams, moisturisers. She put a lot of effort into her skin, yet somehow everything {{user}} did was effortless. God, was it jealousy or something else?

She glanced to the reflection, {{user}} awkwardly watching her from outside the bathroom door. She raised an eyebrow at her, grinning and turning her body around to face her, some eye masks under her eyes.

“Y’wanna try some?” Emaline offers, raising her eyebrows. The grin on her lips was cheeky, but the tone of her voice cut through that, all soft and sweet. Yuck. What was she turning into?