JUNE POV:
Okay, so... yesterday Justin was all broody and moody like the world was ending. But today?
Today he was all small touches, low murmurs, and full-blown bad boyfriend energy.
We ended up late to business class because he dragged me behind the bleachers and kissed me senseless. Then—God help me—he finger-fucked me to hell and back. Thank the heavens I was wearing a flared dress. That dress saved me.
Or maybe doomed me. Depends how you look at it.
Good Lord, does he know how to use his fingers. That sexy, gravel-edged voice of his kept whispering things like "Don't make too much noise, baby," but then he'd do something that made it impossible to keep quiet. Like he was daring me to fail.
He'd pulled me aside when people were still hurrying to get to class—he didn't even ask, just took my hand and guided me behind the stands. And I didn't resist.
Anything to take me out of my haunted head for a while.
