My Forever June Read Online Free PDF

no idea.
                  We stopped at the ice cream cart on the beach and ordered us each a cone. We plopped down in the sand and sucked our cones dry. It was a warm but beautiful day. Afterwards, he walked me home and gave me a peck on the cheek before leaving and heading back down the beach.
                  Once inside, I sighed in contentment and went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. There I was greeted by a very big and very agitated old cat.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
    Tucker
     
     
    It took all the strength I possessed not to take her i n my arms and kiss her until her head spun and her vision blurred. But, as I stood there on her porch, I knew that refraining was the right thing to do, but it went against everything my feelings were telling me. I wanted to kiss her so badly. Actually, I had never remembered wanting something so much in my life. In that alone, I knew this girl was different than the others. What I already felt for June Russell went beyond what I had ever felt in the past. I knew kissing her this soon could ruin it. It was our first date after all, and I had no way of knowing for sure how she felt about me. There was no way she felt the same as me. I could barely breathe. She seemed so carefree and relaxed. I couldn’t afford to scare her away—not now. For a first date, things were going great. I couldn’t screw them up. I knew I could be patient. I also knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I could do it.
                  I took a great risk, but I was waiting for her on her front porch the next morning with two cups of the duplicate coffee from the day before in hand. It actually wasn’t early by my standards, but it must’ve been by hers, because she was still in her pajamas and her hair was all askew when she opened the door. And yet she was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen. I soaked in her beauty for as long as I could before she finally cleared her throat, breaking my mind from its wandering.
                  “Good morning, beautiful. I hope you haven’t had your coffee yet.” I smiled and scrunched my nose. For some reason this amused her, and this morning was no exception as she giggled softly.
                  “Come in, handsome,” she retorted as she ushered me inside. “No, I haven’t had my first cup yet. You’re just in time.”
                  “Great,” I said cheerfully.
                  She laughed. “Are you always this chipper this early in the morning?”
                  “Umm, June, you do know its 9:30 am?”
                  “Yeah, I know.”
                  I laughed at the realization that to her it was early.
                  As we sat at the bar in her kitchen and sipped on our lattes, she asked, “So, does your dad just let you take time off any time you want, or are you taking a sick day?”
                  “No. I had some errands to run so I stopped here afterwards.” I looked up just as she scratched her head hard while yawning. It caused her hair to stick out like she had static electricity running through it. The thing that amused me the most was that she didn’t seem to care to impress me…and this impressed me. Without warning, I burst into laughter, spewing coffee out of my nose in the process.
                  “Tucker? Are you okay?” But she was laughing too.
                  I wiped my face with a napkin as we continued to laugh. She had no idea what had struck me so funny and this made me laugh harder. Before I realized what I was doing I had pulled her into my arms and planted my face in her hair.
    She froze.
    But I didn’t stop. I pressed small, gentle kisses into her hair as I made my way slowly down to her cheek. She didn’t pull away so I continued trailing soft kisses across her cheek toward her moist and waiting