Tashi could watch the way your skin glowed in the morning sun forever, how your hair splayed on the pillow beneath your head.

She wouldn’t admit it, because you weren’t hers and she wasn’t yours. Tashi was with Art and you were with Patrick, best friends dating best friends, that should’ve been perfect, right?

But she couldn’t care less about Art. He was talented, but that’s all she craved from him. Tashi yearned for you.

“I think we should just have a girls’ night tonight, no boys allowed.”