Before I know it, we’re walking through the gardens, heading for the tables where everyone is. I could feel a thousand pairs of eyes on us but I did not mind, keeping close to June and pretending like it was just the two of us.
Because it felt like it was just the two of us.
My hand was holding her wrist, her skin warm to touch. I wanted to pull away as it had already past the appropriate time to touch, but I didn’t. My hand stays where it is as we make it to the table full of food.
I shoved people out of June’s way as some of them looked like they were going to say something they were going to regret. My eyes focused solely on her, the way she nervously looked around, the small smile lingering on her pink lips.
And when she asked me if I was playing in the Games, I found myself sm
