Page 104 of Call the Shots
“Pssh, you’re right. Why would I worry? IknowI can do this.” June tossed a hoodie on the kitchen island and continued talking about law school, rummaging through the bathroom for her toiletries while my pulse raced.
The realization sank into me like a knife, carving me up.
“I have a crush on June,” I mumbled.
No. That wasn’t right—I wanted tofuckJune. I had an embarrassing dream where she was running her fingers through my hair, and when she finally touched my dick, I jolted awake, boxers sticky with cum.
Thatmade sense. Humiliating, because I wasn’t a fourteen-year-old boy with wet dreams anymore, but it made sense!
I wanted to fuck June. Messy bareback, cum on her face, make her choke on my cock, and hold her hand on the way to class. Spend the day building zoos with her onZoo Cultivation IV,and take her to visit my cousins in Canada for Christmas. Look at the stars together because the stars there were so beautiful but not as beautiful as?—
“Shit, fuck.” I stared at the kitchen counter. “Fuck, shit.”
They must call it a crush because it crushes your skull. The thoughts in my brain unspooled, fantasies that had nothing to do with putting my dick inside June. Fantasies that didn’t make sense. Long phone calls and forehead kisses—the lamest shit imaginable suddenly sounded really…really…
“Bear? You okay?” June called. “You’re breathing so heavily.”
“Huh?”
“If you’re choking on something, smack the counter.”
“I—uh?—”
“You’re not dying, right?”
“I—I don’t know.”
She added shorts to her suitcase. “I’m sorry about today. Literally nothing’s going to plan, I can’t believe they moved up the bus.”
I froze. “You’re leavingnow?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“But we’re getting lunch together?—”
“We have to reschedule?—”
“You can stay for dinner, and tonight, I’ll drive you to Austin.”
“It’s a six-hour roundtrip, why would you do that?”
What kind of question was that? Because I wanted to spend time with her. If that meant I’d have to drive long hours to get that time, I really didn’t give a shit.
June opened her suitcase again. “Ugh, my good dresses are in storage…”
“You have the pink one.”
“That’s my weight goal dress, I can’t fit in that yet.”
I blinked, unsure if I heard her correctly. “Huh?”
“Did you see my hoodie?” she asked, leaving for the bedroom. “It’s King’s. I need it for the bus, I swear Ijusthad it.”
King’s hoodie.Her boyfriend’s hoodie.
While June was busy packing, I was sinking in quicksand. It felt like my lungs were collapsing. Her boyfriend—King. The boyfriend she’d travel and vacation with. June would be leaving, wearinghishoodie?—
My eyes landed on the hoodie, in a clump on the kitchen floor.
