June’s Point of View
"Oh, you’re home late," Finn remarked as I walked into our apartment, his voice pulling me from the haze I’d been drifting in. I didn’t respond, just sank onto the couch, every movement heavy with the weight of the evening. My fingers brushed against my lips, as if by touching them, I could somehow understand the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. The sensation of Dos’s lips still lingered, warm and persistent, like a secret that refused to be forgotten.
My heart raced, a wild thing caged in my chest, pounding out a rhythm that echoed only one name—Dos. What just happened? What am I feeling right now?
"Hey! Are you okay? You’re spacing out," Finn’s concerned voice broke through my thoughts. He sat down in front of me, his brow furrowed with worry as he searc
