Justin's POV
I don't know how long we stayed like that, tangled in the aftermath, her body limp against mine, the car still filled with the heat of what just happened.
June had passed out in the backseat, her breathing slow and even, completely wrecked. I took my time redressing, making myself look at least somewhat presentable, before stepping out of the car and slipping into the driver's seat.
As I started the engine, my eyes instinctively flickered to the rearview mirror.
She was curled up on the seat, her legs tucked beneath her, her dress barely covering her thighs. Her lips were still swollen from my kisses, her hair a mess, and there was something satisfying about knowing I was the one who did that to her.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my jaw clenching.
She had no fucking clue.
