“That same look you gave me in the treehouse. Like you want to rip off my belt and see what’s hiding inside my pants.” She sits down beside me, dropping her forehead to my shoulder. “Of course I’ll still look at you like that.” I grin, taking the plate she hands me. “Liar.” “I’m serious. Age doesn’t change anything.” With her chin propped against my arm, she glances up at me with big, glittering eyes. “You’ll still be Brant and I’ll still be June.”
