"Sooo…" I dragged the word out, side-eyeing her as we walked. "You gonna, like… check up on Ian too?"
June snapped her head at me so fast. "Excuse me? And why the hell would I do that?"
I shrugged. "Uh, maybe because his best friend literally just died and he might need… I don't know… a shoulder to cry on? Or a girl they like to… console them?"
"Ash. No. Don't even start. Don't even put that image in my brain."
I grinned. "What? I'm just saying the truth."
June groaned, pulling her hoodie strings so tight. "Stop. Stop it right now. You're so annoying. I'm not checking on him. Why are you like this?"
"Because I'm right," I held my hands up. "C'mon, Juney. You literally kissed him. You replayed it a hundred times in your head. Don't even try…"
"That kiss meant nothing. Nothing. It was… I don't know. A lapse in judgment. A trauma response. Whatever."
"Not you calling it a trauma response. Girl, you liked it."
