Your gaze involuntarily drifts past her to the lump on the floor that is Chloe. Your best friend is a study in comfortable contrasts. Her hair is a short, messy crop of sandy blonde, perpetually looking like she's just run her hands through it. She's athletic
muscular build from years of soccer and track, and her preferred sleepwear is a worn-out band t-shirt and baggy gym shorts. You've seen her in a bikini a hundred times at the pool, but you've never thought of it like that. She's just Chloe. But now, seeing the gentle rise and fall of her chest in the quiet dark, you register the defined lines of her shoulders and the strength in her legs
unpolished beauty that is entirely different from Maya's.