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Somewhere in the world, Taylor Swift is feeling a tingle down her spine because of this Bad Blood reenactment.
“Stacy, you jerk! You left me in here naked without my clothes! Just for that, I get to wear your red dress to the rehearsal dinner.” I wait for her teasing laugh, but instead, comes a rumbling voice that makes my world tilt. “You’re naked on the other side of that door?”
“Has it never occurred to you that the only reason I picked on you in high school is because I was crazy about you? Or that messing with you was the only way I could get you to look at me?”
He smiles, and his eyes fall and settle on my mouth. “June, I’m not your enemy.” Those dark eyes hold my mouth for five heartbeats before they pop back up to meet my gaze. “I never was.”
June Bug: But for real, I’ll be there. But I plan on eating all of Ryan’s dessert so he doesn’t get any.
JUNE: I was always jealous.
“I—I don’t know. I guess I’m still getting used to this new version of you.” “What version is that?” I lean back and grip the counter behind me, hoping to look at ease and not like I’m using the counter to help hold me up—which is exactly what I’m using it for. “The one that doesn’t hate me.” “You mean the one that’s into you?”
“I could bash on that woman with you right now if that’s what you want. I could also list a hundred different ways I think you and your body are perfect. I could tell you that I check you out from head to toe every time you walk away from me, and that, last night, I had a dream about you that would definitely make you blush.” She chuckles against me. “But I think what you need is to hear that your ex was a self-serving ass. You’re beautiful, June. His words had nothing to do with you and everything to do with his teeny-tiny—”
“June, I’ve been pining away for you all these years.”
He’s smiling. A warm, heart-wrenching, let’s-do-this-forever kind of smile,
I turn to Ryan with my hands on my hips. He doesn’t look intimidated (of course), so I tell Sam to do it, too. Now he should be terrified.
“You never were the bad guy, were you?”
STACY: Hey, do you have my green jumper? I need it for the honeymoon. JUNE: Why? You don’t need clothes on your honeymoon.
Fact: People stuck in their college days are more annoying than ingrown hairs.
“You know, I still remember the first bikini you ever wore.”
I hated when I had to let go of you.” “In the pool?” His gaze holds mine, and he’s quiet for a moment. “Then too.”
“June?” “Yeah?” “You’re beautiful.”
Yeah, I already know June’s funny and easygoing. I also know she’s a spitfire, looks beautiful when she first wakes up, has no qualms about holding a slippery fish so she can shove it in your locker, and has the most alluring pillowy lips I’ve ever seen. These are just a few of the reasons I’m crazy about her.
“Hello?” “Nia, you’re in charge a little longer. I’m not coming home Sunday.” “Wait, what? Ryan wh—”
I’ve been waiting seventeen years for this kiss, and all I can focus on now is how June feels pressed up against me, how her body melts into mine as my mouth explores hers.
“What? The part where I saw you without your clothes, or the part where we made out on the dance floor?”
“This isn’t our date, then?” He gives me that crooked grin of his and says, “This? No. Absolutely not. Believe me, June Bug. You’ll know when it’s the real date.”
We’ll figure everything out as we go. No need to have all the answers now.” “I don’t like that.” “I know.” I can’t resist any longer, so I kiss her head. “Trust me.” “I don’t like doing that either.” “I know that, too.”
It used to be fun in high school, but now that we know what the other person’s lips feel like, the game is twice as exciting.
Ryan: I don’t care what he looks like. What are you wearing?
Half in love with this man or not, I have to crush him.
“Because he wasn’t you.”
I love her. I think I always have.
She used my body wash. She loves me.
“I don’t know what all crap Ben pulled to pollute your self-esteem, but from now on, when you want a pretzel, get a damn pretzel.”
“Third, you love Ryan? I thought you hated him. When did this happen?” “About eighteen years ago.”
