(Recommended song: Peligrosa by Floyy Manor. (Optional) )

June

My gaze drags up to him, chest rising and falling so hard. His face is damp, sweaty, his dark hair plastered to his skin, and somehow that only makes him look hotter, rawer. Those fierce gray eyes cut into me like blades. He gives me a little shake, forcing me to focus on him, and his voice comes again–low and sharp.

"June. What do you really want?"

My hand slips from his, finding balance on the podium at my side. My throat ...