She blushed, looking at him in embarrassed hesitation before resting her forehead against his, closing her eyes. "Hm. You're sweet."
"Then don't," she suggested gently, shifted down to kiss his neck again. "We have all the time in the world."
She looked up at him for a moment before kissing a little lower, brushing aside his shirt to kiss the collarbone opposite of his scar.
She looked up at him, her brow furrowed in concern. "Is that okay?" she asked gently. "I won't touch you on your chest. I know you don't like it."
She seemed pleased with this, her ears perking up a little before she resumed. True to her word, she didn't even brush his chest, her hands resting on his shoulders. It was a little bit of awkward positioning, but June didn't seem to mind, settling closer to him, all while trying to maintain a distance to his chest.
She looked up at him in surprise, her whole face brightening. "That's the first time you've said it first."
"You said 'now'," she corrected, reaching up and brushing his bottom lip with her thumb. "That isn't 'I love you'."
Her flush deepened and she made a small noise of surprise before relaxing and kissing him back, her hand coming up to run through his hair gently.
She leaned into the kiss, moving closer to him. One of her hands ran through his hair, a little more urgency in her touch as he deepened the kiss. The other hovered above his chest for a moment, but didn’t touch him.
