JUNE POV
By the time I returned to class, my legs had more or less remembered how to function.
Mostly.
I'd counted to twenty like he told me, adjusted my hair, straightened my skirt, and taken a deep breath before stepping inside. Thankfully, the professor was too busy blabbering about economic models to notice I'd disappeared for an obscene amount of time—or that I came back looking... significantly more flushed than I'd left.
I spotted him immediately.
Justin was seated where I'd left him—leaning back like he hadn't just completely destroyed me upstairs. That same relaxed posture, that smug little tilt to his mouth, the casual arm slung over the back of the chair beside him… mine.
Our eyes met.
And in that moment, there wasn't a single teasing glint. Just something soft. Something quiet. Something that made my already-rattled heart stutter again.
I sat down beside him, pretending not to melt when he gently brushed his fingers along the back of my hand under the desk.
