JUNE;
“June,” Mariah shook me. “Are you alright?” She queried.
Alright? Did she just ask that? Mom would always say I should be honest. But I was sure that doesn't apply to situations like this one staring me hard in the face.
Being honest meant admitting to Mariah that my body was wanting someone it should never have wanted.
I parted my lips dryly. “Yes. Of course, I am pretty fine,” I covered up. “I just thought about something. Yeah.”
That was convincing enough, because her eyes moved from my face back to the view before us outside the window.
Ronan stood out in the garden, bare-chested, wearing only a pair of cream-colored combat shorts that barely reached his knees.
The early morning sun kissed his skin as he watered the flowers, splashing water playfully into the air. The wa
