Thinking about June made her think about the things they’d done at her
house, which made her face heat up so hot that she had to pretend to scratch
her head just so she could hide behind her arm in case Summer was looking
at her. She tried very hard to get thoughts of June in lacy panties and a black
lace bra out of her head, but that just made her think about June’s lovely
breasts and her shapely legs, her perfect…
Okay, stop. Eyes on the prize. I mean, eyes on something else. Think
about something else before you turn purple and Summer notices and turns
purple for a whole different reason.
“Are you—oh my God, are you guys hooking up?” Summer all but
screamed.
Yup, she was definitely looking at my face just now.
“What makes you think that?” June asked casually.
“Uh, the fact that you’re, like, glowing. And she’s glowing! And, and,
you look like you just took a dive into a ball pit but instead of balls, the pit
is full of super cute puppies and they’re all licking you at once. You’re not
excited about baseball. It’s not that. Plus, she keeps cropping up. You could
have given that extra ticket to anyone.”
Arabella winced. Summer was being very detailed in her assessment
now. June popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth casually. “So,
you think that because I’m happy there has to be someone behind it.”
“Are. You. Two. Hooking. Up?” Summer growled.
“Nope. But we are dating.”
“What?” Summer’s yelp could probably be heard across the stadium.
She threw her hands up in the air, but she forgot she was holding a bag of
popcorn and it went up too. She managed to hold onto the bag, but popcorn
rained down all over the seats in front of them, which were mercifully still
empty because whatever poor souls had to sit there were probably still
getting herded in or getting snacks of their own.
Arabella sunk lower in her chair. She wasn’t cowering from Summer, but