June hums and taps her chin. “Well, I’d also say something about getting lost in the moment, and maybe a few references to his tongue.”
I choke and sputter, unable to form words. Images of Xavier’s face between my thighs fills my mind. His hands on me, his mouth, his words, the way his eyes held mine as he told me to come. My body’s reaction is instant. Heat rises, painting my skin in a flush, desire thrumming through my veins.
“Well, well, well,” June says.
I blink, focusing on her. “Well, what?”
“Huge dick or not, X has gotten under your skirt.” She tilts her head. “And definitely under your skin.”
“What? No. What?”
“I was watching you just now. You looked like you were a thousand miles away. A girl doesn’t get that expression on her face unless a guy is doing it for her. Big time.” June shakes her head at me. “Looks like you have your story ready to go. I can’t wait to hear it.”
I glare at her. “What are you planning on telling her?”
“About Declan and me?” She shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Why not?
“There’s nothing to say. Besides, I’m not sure how to describe our relationship. Or whatever the fuck is happening.” She bites her lip and looks at the recruit. He shakes his head, and she scowls at him.
“June,” he warns.
“Whatever.” She shrugs and looks at me. “I’m going to tell Raven that Declan and I are back together. It’s the simplest explanation, and it’s closest to the truth. The best lies are.”
Somehow, I don’t think I’ll be lying when I tell my roommate about Xavier and how much I enjoyed what he did to me.
“You fucking slut!”
Raven’s shriek has my ears ringing. She grabs me for a hug and squeezes me until I’m gasping for breath.
“Guilty,” I wheeze.
“I was worried about you,” she says, finally letting go. “When you didn’t come home last night and didn’t respond to my calls or texts?—”
“Or emails,” June supplies with a grin.
Raven nods. “Or emails, I thought something had happened to you.”
“X happened to her,” June says.
She waggles her brows, and I glare at her. It lacks any heat. Because it’s all in my cheeks. Talking about Xavier and I in bed, even briefly, has caused permanent damage to my skin.
Raven’s eyebrows shoot up. “How are you going to sit there and act like you’re not breaking girl code by getting back with Declan? I thought you hated him?”
“Hate-fucking is the best.” June shrugs. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”
“And how many times did he fuck you before you forgave him for being a dick?” Raven asks.
“Apparently, a lot,” I mutter.
“Hey!”
“Where’s the lie?” Raven throws up her hands. “You ran off to do something for a class and came back the next morning with a story about getting back together. Yeah, okay.”
“Whatever,” June says. “After I shower and change, do you want to come with us to get coffee?”
“Or alcohol,” I mutter.
