JUNE – POV
I had never—never—wanted a class to stretch on for eternity like I did today.
Every tick of the clock felt like a countdown to doom. Like a fuse was burning slow right underneath my chair, and any second now it was going to blow and take me with it.
Because I wasn't dumb.
Justin knew.
How he knew? I wasn't sure.
Maybe I hadn't pulled the hoodie high enough. Maybe the collar had slipped. Maybe the hickey on my neck, the one that was so deep it might as well have come with a neon sign saying "I got absolutely railed last night," had peeked out when I wasn't paying attention.
Maybe he just knew me too well.
He hadn't said anything. Not yet.
But he didn't have to.
He'd spent the entire lecture staring at me like he could see right through the layers of cotton, through my skin, into the memories flashing behind my eyes.
Into the ache in my legs.
Into the reason I was shifting in my seat like I couldn't get comfortable.
Because I couldn't.
