down horrendous for june moone

"June," I whisper, eyes wide with alarm and chest heaving with adrenaline, "we shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be...you're with him, and..."
"Forget about him," June replies, gazing back at me with wild, unbridled passion burning like cold fire in her eyes as she advances forward, till our noses are almost touching and she's hovering a mere inch away from my face. "Right now. Forget about him, right now, and kiss me."