Later that evening, Makayla checked her makeup and slid some lip gloss on her lips before she turned to look out the window when she heard Brian’s motorcycle pulling up out front. Grabbing her purse, she slid the strap over her head and adjusted it across her chest. She checked to make sure that she looked okay in the mirror.
She had pulled her long hair back into a French braid that fell down over her left shoulder. The shirt she was wearing was a soft blue cropped top with a white lace fringe around the bottom of it. She had a pair of low, hip hugger jeans and her white tennis shoes on in anticipation of riding on the back of Brian’s bike. Leaning forward, she checked her makeup in the mirror. She had only put a touch of it on, mostly to highlight her dark eyes. The suntan she had from
