June's POV
He pulled on my hair, a little rougher this time, as his tongue ran across my neck. The action made my breath hitch and a small gasp escaped my lips. Nash seemed to take that as a good sign as he started tracing around my breast once more. This time, he fully grabbed it over my shirt, giving it a squeeze. That's when I panicked and pushed him off me hard enough to cause him to fall off the couch. He stared at me from the ground with a clear expression of irritation. I had never seen his face this way before, at least not directed at me. With his nostrils flared, he got off the floor quickly.
"What's your problem, June?" he snapped. I tried to be understanding of his attitude as I did just cause him to fall, but it left a bad taste in my mouth. He wasn't acting like the Nash
