June was . . . June. I tried not to let myself think about her otherwise. I couldn’t, I reminded myself, even as my blood rushed down to my cock.
God, that kiss had fucked me up. It was just a kiss, but I could still feel the burn of her on my lips like whiskey.
I closed my eyes for a moment, firmly shutting off any sort of desire for the pink-haired pixie.
My phone suddenly lit up on the bed and I leaned over. My eyes widened as Madi’s name popped up.
Madi
Good morning . . . I may not have slept at all last night. I keep thinking about lunch and what we talked about
Also, I met June.
Well, for real this time
My stomach twisted up like a Shibari knot. I plopped down on the edge of the bed.
She’d met June.
For real this time.
I felt like I’d let Madi in on my little secret by bringing her up at lunch. I hadn’t even named her, but it was a small town. I knew she was bound to figure it out at some point.
Less than twenty-four hours, though?
I hadn’t been subtle enough. If at all.
What the fuck did I do now?
Me
June is great
Madi
She sure is
She’s gorgeous, smart, funny, your sister’s best friend, and . . .
I kissed her???
Me
What do you mean you kissed June?
My thumb hovered over the keys. Shock lit up every nerve ending, but was quickly doused by curiosity.
She kissed June?
How in the hell had this happened?
I rubbed my jaw, struggling to get a grip. This didn’t help my imagination at all. In fact, now I was thinking about them kissing, andnow I was hard. Instantly. I groaned as another text came in.
Madi
She was falling and I caught her, and it happened. Neither of us planned it. It was more like we knocked against each other the first time
Me
