Until June (Until Her#2)

“Are you sure I can’t take off your dress?” I ask, hearing November shout through the door, “Do it and die, Evan!”

“I don’t want to share you with anyone. I didn’t like being away from you last night or today,” I admit, and her face goes soft.

“If you two don’t get out here right now, I swear I will break down this door!” November yells, breaking up our moment, and I look into June’s smiling eyes and mutter, “Your mom is a nut.”

“That’s not my mom. That’s Momzilla,” she whispers, shoving her face into my neck, laughing when November pounds again. This time harder.