The next day, morning sunlight spilled through the blinds, painting stripes across our dorm room. I stretched and sat up, my hair sticking out in a way that made me grateful June was still half-asleep. But the moment I swung my legs off the bed, she cracked one eye open like she’d been waiting all night for me to wake up.
“Well,” she croaked, her voice thick with sleep. “Somebody came back looking like they just stepped out of a teen rom-com last night and last night, they refused to spill the beans no matter how I tried. That wouldn't happen again this morning. Not on my watch.”
Heat immediately rushed up my neck. “Oh my God, June.”
She sat up fully now, rubbing her eyes like a kid before leaning forward with a devilish grin. “Spill already. And don’t you dare leave out a single detai
