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She works for him. He’s protective, and he’ll think I’m crossing a line.

But June’s hand is warm in mine, and she’s swaying with me, and I can’t make myself step back.

Not when she’s looking at me like that.

She tips her head. “You’re not bad at this.”

“Low bar,” I murmur.

She smiles, a little wicked now. “Are you always this serious?”

I lean in just enough that my mouth is near her ear, my voice meant for her only.

“Only when I’m trying not to do something I shouldn’t.”

June stills.

Then she turns her face slightly, bringing her mouth close to mine without fully closing the distance.

“What shouldn’t you do?” she whispers.

My hand tightens at her waist before I can stop it. My heart hits hard in my chest.

I should let go, step back, remember who I’m supposed to be loyal to first.

But June’s eyes flick to my mouth, and the fire cracks behind us. The night itself is holding its breath.

“I shouldn’t kiss you,” I say, honest and rough.

June’s lips part.

And in that single second, she doesn’t look afraid.

“Then don’t,” she whispers.

She leans in.

And I meet her halfway.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

June

I should go home.

That’s the sensible thought. The responsible one. The thought that sounds like it belongs to the version of me who doesn’t get into complicated situations with people I meet at bonfires and make my pulse trip over itself when they look at me.

Instead, I’m standing at the edge of the bonfire clearing, my cheeks warm, my lips still tingling, and Millie is staring at me excitedly.

“You’re smiling,” she says, delighted. “Like, actually smiling. With teeth.”

“I’m always smiling,” I protest weakly as I tuck my hands into my jeans pockets.

She snorts. “No, you perform smiles. This one is the real deal.”

I risk a glance back toward Fletcher. He’s a few steps away, talking to a couple of guys I don’t know. When his eyes flick over and catch mine, electricity snaps tight between us.

My stomach flips.