JUNE

Even after weeks of running, Day manages to look perfect. He is sleeping against the wall of an abandoned warehouse found. Sunlight is coming through the broken windows, making a fitting halo around his golden hair. I would love to stay here forever like this. But he is murmuring something again. "No...please...don't." His eyebrows scrunch and his hair reaches out for someone that isn't there anymore. I pull it to my lips. He relaxes again. "Wake up, Day," I mumble along with knuckles. "Day."

He straightens almost immediately. "June?"

"Yeah, I'm here. It's time to go. Come on." I let of his hand and toss him his jacket.

As I move to get up, he catches my hand again. I let him drag me into his lap. "It can wait."

"D-" He presses up against me and puts his lips to my neck. The words die in my throat. That blonde hair brushes my throat when he reaches my collarbone. He sucks harder. I struggle to keep my breathing steady. We have to get moving. "Day, we have to-" A tongue darts of his stupid (beautiful) mouth and runs itself in hollow of my neck. I let out a small moan. He stops suddenly. I can feel his grin. He stays still, blowing cool air where his tongue had been. It sends shivers through me. My eyes flutter closed. I give up. Then, the closeness is gone. I open my eyes. He pulled away.

"You're right," he says, laughter in his eyes "We should really get going." He casts me a teasing look and moves to stand. My face feels hot, but at the moment, I didn't care. I grab his collar and drag him down, pressing my lips to his. I can feel a smug smile on his lips. I can feel one on mine too.

Nothing is like kissing Day.

DAY

June. I've kissed a lot of girls before. And trust me, there were a lot fun times. But kissing June made everything okay again. The days were bright, the nights were filled with stars and reality didn't matter. All that mattered was June. And she was in my arms.

I pin her to the wall. Her hands slid my collar to my chest. She's smiling. She rarely starts kisses. I liked that about this one. June would never say so, but she's shy. I can feel her hot blush and tentative hands. I love that blush. She melts into me slowly. I move against her lips, slipping my hands around her waist. She gasps as I trail my hands beneath her shirt, tracing light circles. She has back dimples. Suddenly, she slips her tongue into my mouth. I let out a moan as she somehow got her hands under my shirt. Those hands traced every muscle lightly. I groan in frustration, pressing into her more. Then, she distracts me again by massaging her tongue against mine. "Damn it, June," I groan. My body is on fire.

I feel my head hit the wall and her warmth is gone. She moves too fast for me to catch her arm. The next thing I see is her ponytail swinging back and forth.

"We really should be going." There is a smirk in her voice.

I let out a breath, trying to calm myself down. "Let's do that every time we have to get going."

She only replies with a laugh, echoing throughout the warehouse.