I was so busy glowering at him that I almost didn’t realize Tiffany was calling my name.
“June, why don’t you stay with us?”
“No. We have to go.” James’s tone was final. He put on a perfectly pressed button-down shirt.
The softness with which the white fabric wrapped around his shoulders captivated me, maybe because it made him look like an angel. His features were delicate despite the little dent near his left eyebrow, a result from a past encounter.
“June, you can come with us if you want.” Tiffany wasn’t giving up.
“I don’t want her in the way.”
And then there was that sneer that was anything but angelic, which always made him look like a demon with a human appearance.
“Yeah, June’s coming too.”
I didn’t wonder why Tiffany was being so persistent.
“And tell me, Tiff, will she come dancing looking like that?”
James barely lifted his chin, his gaze drifting from my hoodie to my jean shorts.
“I have stuff she can wear.”
“Wait, go where?” I looked first at Tiffany, then at James, but it was useless because neither of them considered me in the least.
“I said no.”
“And I said yes. I’d be happy for her to come.”
I waved my hands in front of their faces hoping they’d deign to give me one look.
“Would it be possible to know where, or—”
“Are you scared? Are we really that questionable?” Tiffany chuckled and handed me a dress out of her backpack.
“Even if I decided to come out with you, I’m not changing here,” I declared with conviction and crossed arms.
“Why?”
Tiffany shifted her dark-brown eyes innocently, until she met James’s intense gaze.
“You have nothing to worry about, June. James will make us a sandwich now. That way he gets out of the way.”
“It’s my fucking room, and I’m not leaving just because this fucking princess is afraid I could see her ass.”
“Like you haven’t already done that so many times.” I egged him on with a smirk.
“Shut up!”
“You can’t stand me because I tell you the truth.”
I glared at him, and he returned the glare.
“James! Get out.” Tiffany literally pushed him out of the room. He grumbled, before shooting her a less-than-reassuring look.
“Why? Do you two ladies want to make out in my room? Can you not resist?”
“Out!” she exclaimed loudly, making me laugh.
