June’s POV
JJ let me go, walking ahead and leaving me in a stunned state for a moment before I remembered I didn't know the way. I raced to catch up, making sure to keep my distance from him. His words had my heart thundering in my chest. Sadly, what worried me wasn't what he would do to me, but rather the excitement I felt at the thought of it. Why did calling me 'his' make me feel giddy with anticipation? This was JJ we were talking about. The bad boy who did stupid s**t for attention and annoyed the ever living s**t outta me.
The nook looked even better at night. The lights were dim and colored differently, but what caught my eye was the way the art on the wall had changed. It was as if it were a completely different portrait, yet if I looked closely enough, I could see the original.
