I push her hands away twice, but she still doesn’t seem to get the message. “June…”
My voice comes out ragged and rusty. Her fingers tremble with unease, but she pauses and looks up at me. She still doesn’t suspect a goddamn thing. And why would she? This secret is buried far deeper than all the others.
Her face is puckered in a tempting little frown. “Why not? You’re the one who walked in here, remember?”
“And I’m not going anywhere. But my shirt stays on.”
That seems to snap the dream-like expression right off her face. “I… I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to understand.”
Her fingers pull back tentatively, breaking contact between us. The heat that just a moment ago felt addicting and unbearable at the same time is completely gone now. The room feels cold. Arid. A tundra where
