Chapter 87. I’ll Let You Undress Me

June POV

I sit cross-legged on the sofa, still the blouse I’ve worn to work. Hours had passed since I came back from but my brain keeps looping back to that ridiculous moment — his lips, the faint smear of mustard jam I’d wiped and licked off without thinking. His lower lip was soft, firm, cold, and sweet.

Why did it feel like that? I mutter, shaking my head, as I pull the hem of my shirt.

It’s just the jam, June. Stop overthinking. It was just jam.

My fingers drift to my mouth again before I noticed the movement.

“Uh-oh,” Kayla’s voice rings from the doorway. “Why are your fingers on your lips? What are you thinking about?”

I flinch and sit up straighter. “Nothing.”

Kayla raised a brow. “Nothing? Please. You’ve got the look of someone writing a sappy diary entry.” Then she grinned. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’re still wondering when you will get your first kiss,”

I blinked at her. “What—what even brought that up?”

Is she psy