Wes’ POV
My thumb hovered over the send button as I read over my text to Dee. It sounded too formal, too stiff to be a text between colleagues trying to see if the other was all right. Colleagues? I hovered over the send before I backed out, deleting what had taken me so long to write in the first place. I think it was safe to assume we were more than just colleagues…
“Can you believe that little bitch!?”
“What?”
Eva had her back to me. The ring light was on, but this time in its proper place at her vanity. She had several makeup pallets open. Now that the live stream had ended, she was doing her damnedest to erase the tiny cut Dee had opened up on her cheek. Imperfections, for Eva, were unmentionable.
“My roommate.” She uncapped her mascara, feathering her lashes with it. “The dumpy little Goth chick. That one.”