For several more moments, there was silence. I almost thought June had fallen back asleep or was ignoring me on purpose.
Then, suddenly, she burst out laughing.
Oh God, I thought immediately and rolled my eyes at her.
“Oh my God,” she wheezed, clutching her pillow to her chest. “That’s what kept you awake all night? You—” she pointed at me in the dark, shaking with giggles, “you lying there like a tragic Victorian heroine, sighing at the ceiling because you were busy pondering love? Really?”
I groaned and shoved my face into the pillow. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have asked.”
But she wasn’t letting up. She rolled over, grinning like a maniac, her hair sticking out at gravity-defying angles. “Wait, wait, wait. Don’t tell me this is about Ryans. Is this about Ryans?”
Heat shot up my nec
