Staring into the mirror, I could barely recognize myself. But I felt better in these clothes than my usuals. The normal nerdy me would wear something hideous and plain then put on my big glasses.

But I wasn’t her anymore.

I hadn’t even worn them since Zayne put one off me during the biker’s hangout night. A crazy night. A lot has really changed since I moved to Los Alamos.

I dropped the romance book I was reading earlier. Zayne was calling. He was here to pick me up.

“Coming.” I ...