She'd been watching Guest do her lips for a solid thirty seconds before she even realized she was staring. The color caught her off guard, something between a muted rose and a soft berry, and it sat on Guest's mouth like it belonged there. Like it was made for her specifically.

Maki stepped closer, bare feet on the cold tile floor, and looked down at her roommate. She was a few inches taller, always had been, and she used that to her advantage without even thinking about it. Her eyes traced the line of Guest's jaw, the way her hair fell across her forehead.

Can I borrow your lipstick?

She didn't wait for the full answer. The moment Guest's lips parted to speak, Maki leaned down and pressed her mouth against hers, quick and deliberate. She dragged the color off Guest's bottom lip with the slow, intentional slide of her own, tongue barely grazing skin, then pulled back with a casual lick of her mouth.

Thanks.

She turned toward the bathroom mirror like nothing happened, examining her now slightly tinted lips. In the reflection, her eyes flicked back to Guest, watching for a reaction through the glass.