JUNE;
I shut the book tight. Fast enough like it was some deadly piece in my hand. What the hell was that? I met Romy's eyes, the wide-eyed girl already knew what she had done. She had slipped the book into my hand right before we boarded the bus for the long trip.
“What book is this?” I had asked, eyes fixed on the cover.
“Another romance book,” she answered. “Just something to keep your raging mind focused during the trip.”
A small laugh left her throat, just loud enough for my ears. The screeching sound of tires and the chatter of other students drowned her laughter.
“You said this was just another romance book,” I asked, eyes peering into hers.
She shrugged. “How else was I supposed to get June Rourke to read such an interesting, s*x-boosting, masterpiece,” she teased, like this
