~*JUNE*~
I stand in front of a shop with a signboard that reads 'Infinity s*x Toys' in bold, glowing letters.
That's a weird name for a shop, by the way.
Fuck. What the hell am I even doing here?
Oh, right.
Tyler practically dragged me here.
The moment I told him about my constant wet dreams, he'd nodded like some self-appointed therapist who'd just diagnosed the problem and confidently declared he knew the cure.
Which is how I’ve ended up here. Standing outside a s*x shop at eight in the morning, staring up at a neon sign and questioning every single life choice that led me to this exact moment.
Today is one of those days I seriously regret telling Tyler anything.
"Let's go in, June." His voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, bright and far too enthusiastic for the situation.
