The restroom was silent except for the buzz of the overhead lights. Raelynn leaned on the sink, her fingers gripping the cold porcelain. Her reflection stared back at her, her flushed cheeks standing out against her pale skin. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady her breathing.
"Come on, you've got this," she whispered to her reflection, barely loud enough to hear herself. "It was just a dance. Nothing more."
Her eyes betrayed her, haunted by the memory of Elion's hand on her waist, his eyes pulling her in like a magnet. She shook her head slowly, a shaky breath escaping her lips.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
She was distracted by the sharp sound of heels, watching as the group of women left the room, their laughter fading into nothing.
