Poppy turned toward her with such a happiness that instantly, Juniper knew she had to meet Kristoffer Lestrange to see how he really was around her friend. She wasn’t going to voice any opinion on him because she didn’t know him, but she had instantly formed her own thoughts on him. If Poppy hadn’t had her head on straight that night, would she have done something she regretted? The brunette was blushing and she knew somehow, in whatever instance had happened, Poppy Dashwood was downright smitten with the man.

Pursing her lips together as she found no further explanation from Poppy, she grabbed another orange blossom and twisted it in her lap before she turned to face her. She opened her mouth and then promptly shut it. How much did she want to relate to Poppy? It was a secret June had held onto for so long that she wasn’t sure what it would be like to share it. She'd been hurt and anger - two feelings that still lingered, and she wasn't sure would ever go away. Her fingers twisted nervously against the stem of the orange blossom.

“I slept with someone.” June blurted out the words rather quietly as her fingers twisted around the plant harshly enough to snap the bulb from the stem. The blossom fell to their feet but she didn’t take her eyes off her friend. Her stomach coiled and she felt like vomiting - telling Poppy felt like a mistake. Now the words were out there for anyone to have heard and Poppy Dashwood, her best friend in the entire word, had a way to backstab her if she ever chose not. But she knew she wouldn't. “I just… I don’t want you to have regrets like I do, Poppy. That’s all.”

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