He hesitates. “June—I don’t have anything.”

“Yes, you do. You have something really nice right here,” I say, stroking his erection through his clothing.

He places more kisses against my lips, breathing shakily. “I mean I don’t have protection.”

“That’s okay,” I tell him, realizing how crazy I must sound. But I don’t care. I grope him through his pants. “I just want to feel you.”

“June. You don’t even know my name,” he whispers.

“You said you wanted me to knowyou,”I tell him, unbuckling his belt so that I can slide my hand under the waistband to connect with his skin. He grunts at the sensation. “I want to know you. I want to feel you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks softly.

“Well, can I trust you?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he answers at once. “My name is S—”

“Shhhh,” I say, putting a finger over his lips. “Don't tell me. It's perfect just like this. I want it to all be perfect for just a little while longer.”

“I think it’s always going to be perfect between us, June.”

“Then show me,” I tell him. “Show me how perfect it can be.”

And he does.