Literature
Of French Braids and Breakups
“Hey.”
Tobias’s voice stirred June from her slumber, but she really didn’t want to move and wake up just yet. So she lay still with her eyes gently closed, faking sleep. She was quite comfortable huddled under the covers, thank you very much, even if she was awake.
“Juneybear,” whined the sleep-ridden voice of her boyfriend a moment later, persistent in waking her. “Junebug, Juney, Junes, Juuuniper.”
That last one got her going. “Don’t call me that,” she growled in a husky voice, rubbing her eyes as she finally rolled over to look at the brown-haired man beside her.
He laug