June

"Why did you tell me not to sleep with Chris?"

My voice echoes back at me, louder than I intended to be.

Oh yes— everyone.this is what I came here to do. To seek clarity.

He slowly turns, a frown tugging at his lips.

"Pardon me?" His head tilts, one brow arching.

I swallow a breath, unclenching my fist. "At the gala. Outside the hall. You said—*and I quote*—Don’t have sex with him. Just go home."

"And?" His voice takes on a strange, low edge.

My lips part, releasing a ...