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Wasn’t that always the mantra with people who were too young? Kevin mused. His eyes swept over her beautiful face. Her perfect, smooth heart-shaped face. “You don’t look all that old to me.”

“I could say the same about you.” Her smile flashed, casting a spectrum like the northern lights. Mostly within him.

“Of course, you might need to take a little closer look at me. Sometimes your eyes play tricks on you.” June stepped closer to him, raising her face up for his inspection.

Kevin doubted if he’d ever seen a complexion so flawless. Or compelling. “No, no tricks,” he murmured. Other than the one his own pulse executed by vibrating faster than he could ever remember.

The grin entered her eyes and then slowly, enticingly, faded as she looked up into his face. It took her a second to find her voice.

“So, do I kiss you or do you kiss me?”