She was looking up at him, lying on her side as she propped her head up with her hand. “What, uh... what do I call you to my mother?”
She seemed very relieved, her ears perking up again. “Okay. Good. That’s what I thought. But do I tell her that?”
She relaxed before laughing a little, her shoulders slumping. “That’s going to be a lot to explain,” she mused. “So... we’re dating? Are you my boyfriend?”
She dimpled, considering him. “I’m not ashamed of you, Z,” she teased, leaning in and kissing him gently. “I just don’t want to overwhelm her. I might just call you my friend at first. Otherwise, she won’t let you in the house.”
“I don’t think she will,” June said confidently. “I think it’d be a pretty big jump for her to make.”
She scooted up to kiss the spot between his eyebrows. “Trust me. And if she recognizes you... I don’t know. We’ll run away together or something.” This last part was said playfully, her hand on his jaw.
She shook her head playfully. “Don’t worry,” she said gently with a sigh, snuggling up to him. “I’d never bind you to me like that.”
He blinked, looking down at her hand curiously. After a moment he took it and kissed the back of it before sitting up, going and to make them food.
She curled up when he left, burying her face in her arm with a small murmur. Her blonde hair was soft and golden in the early morning light, although it was quite messy, and barely visible under her pink cloak.
