June POV:
"Fucking idiots," Justin cursed under his breath before crashing his lips onto mine with enough heat to melt steel.
"We need somewhere private," he muttered against my mouth.
Before I could even catch my breath, he was already pulling my skirt back down over my thighs, buttoning my blouse with swift fingers, and—because of course he would—slipping my panties into his pocket like it was his damn trophy. He didn't let me wear them again, either. Apparently, we weren't done. Not even close.
