I realize that the second she pulls off her thin sweater to reveal the tight tank she’s wearing underneath. There’s enough perspiration on her body to turn it clingy and slightly see-through.
She gathers up her hair and ties it up into a high, messy bun on top of her head. All that serves to do is bring my attention to her long, slender neck.
It’s the first time I notice the scar. It’s tiny and sickle-shaped, tucked just beneath her jaw. A curl of dark hair falls from the bun and temporarily hides it from view.
“Where’d you get the scar?” I ask. Before I can stop myself, I sit up, lean in, and run my thumb across the mottled surface of it.
June’s fingers float up to stroke it the same way I did. “Oh. That. It’s… it’s not a big deal.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Bar fight? I should see the oth
