June POV
It's officially been one week.
One week of dating Justin — for real this time. No fake labels, no pretending, no maybes.
And in just seven days, I've met… several versions of him.
Some mornings, he wakes me up like he's Romeo reincarnated — kisses on my forehead, breakfast made, eyes soft like I'm the only girl in the universe. Other times, he's got that dangerous, obsessive vibe, like a mafia boss straight out of a dark romance novel, telling me to wear what he picks and glaring at anyone who looks my way for longer than a second.
Then there's the dominant freak. The Mr. Fifty Shades version. Yeah, that one. The one who has me breathless against the wall, whispering things no gentleman would ever say, and doing things that definitely shouldn't feel that good… but do.
It's a lot.
Loving Justin is like playing roulette with personalities. Spin the wheel — will today's Justin be sweet? Possessive? Dangerous? Wickedly seductive?