JUNE

Mark looked shocked by my words. He hit the

brake so hard, I was sent flying forward…

Okay, not to that extent. But I hit my head on the glove compartment box and almost got a nosebleed because of it.

“What the hell did you just say, June?!” He turned to face me, looking like he didn't expect such words to come from my mouth.

He didn't look mad, parse.

“What?” I rubbed my forehead with my brows narrowed at him. “Why did you suddenly hit the brake?!” I furiously rubbed on my forehead.

“I'm sorry.” He looked guilty. “How is your forehead? Did it hit too hard?”

“No,...