June's POV
"June, you're breaking your own heart for nothing. Ren doesn't look at you that way. He never will. You're chasing a fantasy, and the whole time you're blind to the fact that I'm right here. I actually see you."
My chest cracked.
He glanced away. "You think I'm some asshole who just wants to get in your pants? Maybe I am. But at least I'm honest about wanting you. Ren? He doesn't even notice you. Not the way I do. Not the way I always have."
The hallway spun around me. My throat burned.
Holy shit.
"You're unbelievable." My laugh cracked. "The same guy who told me I wasn't his type this morning? Who rips me apart every chance he get? And now what, you pin me against a wall, shove your tongue down my throat, and suddenly I'm supposed to believe you've been secretly in love with me? You're sick, Ian."
He nodded, but his eyes glinted with something darker.
