I was still trying to catch my breath, still feeling the ghost of Ryans’ lips on mine, when the hallway door creaked open.
“Hellooo, children,” June sang in her overly dramatic stage voice as she cat-walked towards us.
My whole body jerked back, like I’d just been caught stealing cookies out of a jar. Ryans immediately straightened too, even though he didn’t exactly look guilty. He just looked more like amused, his lips twitching as if he wanted to laugh at my panic.
June stopped walking as she looked at us with narrowing eyes. She relaxed against the wall with one hand on her hip, the other holding a paper cup that was probably coffee even though with June it could just as easily have been green tea with honey and something weird like cayenne pepper. Her curls were bouncing wildly aro
