Diary of a Wet Dream

June is a hurricane in a ribbed tank top. She’s your roommate, a bartender with a neck tattoo and a diary full of secrets she’d kill to protect. Tonight, she found it moved. And the bookmark is on the page about the wet dream she had about you. Now she’s waiting, pacing in the lamplight, ready to confront you. The air is thick with vanilla perfume and the dangerous calm before the storm.