June

Phew. I sigh the moment he steps into the restroom.

Should I even be sighing in relief?

I almost acted like a complete pervert just now — falling into his arms like some drunk groupie.

That damn tequila—

No. Don’t you dare blame that innocent drink, June.

Three shots of tequila don’t get you tipsy enough to fall chest-first into a man.

But... was his heart racing just now?

Or was I imagining that too?

Ugh. Forget it, June. Just forget everything that happened.

At least he ...