“Two more minutes,” she announced, looking at her phone. “If you wanna talk—”
Okay, now I’ll ask her. I don’t care if I look like a moron.
“So do you just like girls or—”
I wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of my hand.
“It depends, I mean, I don’t know. Let’s say I prefer girls. They’re better too,” she answered with soulful eyes. “But think about it, June. Anyone in their right mind would choose to be with women if they could pick their own sexual orientation.”
“You’re right. Guys are so . . . guy-like,” I exclaimed, making her laugh.
“And stupid. But it’s not their fault. Poor things, their male hormones shrink their brains.”
We kept laughing until she took a break.
“But I don’t turn my nose up at all of them. They have some good things, don’t they?”
Right then James flung the door open.
“Seven minutes is up,” he announced raspily.
I noticed he was slouching. Why didn’t he come in standing up straight?
“Are you two still dressed?”
“Jamie, enough,” scolded Tiffany.
His gaze was fixed on our lips. “See, take James—” Tiffany pulled him into the closet by the edge of his tracksuit pants. “He’s only useful from the waist down,” she explained as she slid the other hand down his bronzed chest.
“Go fuck yourself,” he shot back, moving backward.
“Come on, you know I’m joking! You guys say a lot worse. If a girl does it, you get all offended?”
“Such as?” I asked, frowning.
“You don’t want to know what they say about you. You’d better stay in your bubble of innocence for as long as you can.”
“Can you shut up?” James rebuked her.
Tiffany got up and hugged James without too much fuss, focusing her shiny lips on his ear.
“She smells good,” she whispered to him, looking at me. “It’s a nice scent, sweet and soft. Just like you like.”
I saw James gulp. Tiffany burst out laughing.
“See? Like I told you, they only think with one thing.”
“Get out of here,” James ordered her, although Tiffany had already left. My cheeks started burning. I had to get out of there too.
I stood up, but his imposing figure stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I felt his body press against my side. It didn’t matter to me if he’d had something to drink or if it was the full moon—the fact remained that he didn’t give a shit about me. James and I exchanged a fleeting glance.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Tiffany was right. I couldn’t choose what I felt when I was around James. The temperature in the closet had just skyrocketed, and all it took was him coming in.
