nose.
“I heard it start. I didn’t realize you were so far away from the house.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get those fucking peach trees in shape. I’m not convinced they’re all peach now, actually. A few of them look like apple trees to me. I could be wrong.”
“That’s so cool. I can’t believe we have actual fruit trees in our garden.”
“There’s nothing stopping us putting some in at home,” I said as I rubbed down the rest of my torso, then kicked off my shorts and wrapped myself up in the dry side of the towel. “Apple trees would work quite well, I think.”
Will looked me over, then snorted. “Sorry, baby. You look like a drowned rat.”
I tried to smack his arm but he was quicker than me, dodging and jogging off into the house. It left me with no choice but to chase him. I managed to tackle him over the back of the sofa, losing my towel in the process and not really caring much.
When he flipped me over, we both fell onto the floor, then his mouth was on mine, hot tongue against cool lips, and I melted, any attempt at struggling forgotten.
“I’m supposed to be working,” he said, pushing a wet curl back from my face. “Not chasing you around the house and making out.”
“I think you’ll find,” I told him, “it was me chasing you.”
“Semantics.”
“Go and do some work then.” I attempted to punctuate my instruction with a smack on his ass, but he caught my hand and lifted it, pinning it above my head somewhere. I suddenly felt very exposed and very naked compared to him being fully dressed.
“I’m on one of my company-approved breaks.”
“Oh? Did the company preapprove this particular activity?”
His response was a long, slow, rather wet kiss with plenty of biting to go with it. I’d always felt totally powerless under those sorts of kisses. He was an entrancing sort of man at the best of times.
“You smell good,” he said when he broke away, his nose pressed against the side of my neck. “Like sweat and rain.”
We lay there on the floor in our living room while the rain pounded on the roof, and I wondered if there were any leaks. Then I wondered if this was real life, if people actually did things like lay around naked with their lover in the middle of the day.
Then again, I couldn’t think of anything else I’d prefer to be doing. Not when his head was resting on my chest, each one of his exhalations traveling over my skin while he quietly played with whatever part of me was closest. Holding him like this, like there was no world outside of the two of us—it was what I lived for.
When Will sighed heavily, I knew he was going to move. And probably make me move, too.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “I need to put some dry clothes on and check my e-mails.”
He ran his hand down my side and kissed me again, slower this time, then hauled himself up and pulled me to my feet with him. In hindsight, I probably should have expected the sharp slap to my butt when I bent down to retrieve the lost towel. I yelped. It stung.
I stuck my tongue out at him, then really did run back to the bedroom, knowing full well it would earn me another slap if he caught me.
There were e-mails to catch up on. I hadn’t been lying about that. Some from work, some from friends, others social media notifications I deleted without reading. I was generally avoiding the world outside my little Southern bubble.
When the rainstorm stopped, I ducked back outside, more determined than ever to tackle the recalcitrant plants that were taking over my yard. The rain had softened the dirt, making it easier to work over, and the smell of wet, freshly dug earth was surprisingly pleasing.
Later, after lunch, I dragged him off the sofa and into the car.
“Where are we going?” he grouched, upset I’d forced him into the passenger seat instead of letting him drive. He was a terrible passenger.
“Just somewhere I wanna show you.”
“I swear, Jesse, every day we spend here, your
“I heard it start. I didn’t realize you were so far away from the house.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get those fucking peach trees in shape. I’m not convinced they’re all peach now, actually. A few of them look like apple trees to me. I could be wrong.”
“That’s so cool. I can’t believe we have actual fruit trees in our garden.”
“There’s nothing stopping us putting some in at home,” I said as I rubbed down the rest of my torso, then kicked off my shorts and wrapped myself up in the dry side of the towel. “Apple trees would work quite well, I think.”
Will looked me over, then snorted. “Sorry, baby. You look like a drowned rat.”
I tried to smack his arm but he was quicker than me, dodging and jogging off into the house. It left me with no choice but to chase him. I managed to tackle him over the back of the sofa, losing my towel in the process and not really caring much.
When he flipped me over, we both fell onto the floor, then his mouth was on mine, hot tongue against cool lips, and I melted, any attempt at struggling forgotten.
“I’m supposed to be working,” he said, pushing a wet curl back from my face. “Not chasing you around the house and making out.”
“I think you’ll find,” I told him, “it was me chasing you.”
“Semantics.”
“Go and do some work then.” I attempted to punctuate my instruction with a smack on his ass, but he caught my hand and lifted it, pinning it above my head somewhere. I suddenly felt very exposed and very naked compared to him being fully dressed.
“I’m on one of my company-approved breaks.”
“Oh? Did the company preapprove this particular activity?”
His response was a long, slow, rather wet kiss with plenty of biting to go with it. I’d always felt totally powerless under those sorts of kisses. He was an entrancing sort of man at the best of times.
“You smell good,” he said when he broke away, his nose pressed against the side of my neck. “Like sweat and rain.”
We lay there on the floor in our living room while the rain pounded on the roof, and I wondered if there were any leaks. Then I wondered if this was real life, if people actually did things like lay around naked with their lover in the middle of the day.
Then again, I couldn’t think of anything else I’d prefer to be doing. Not when his head was resting on my chest, each one of his exhalations traveling over my skin while he quietly played with whatever part of me was closest. Holding him like this, like there was no world outside of the two of us—it was what I lived for.
When Will sighed heavily, I knew he was going to move. And probably make me move, too.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “I need to put some dry clothes on and check my e-mails.”
He ran his hand down my side and kissed me again, slower this time, then hauled himself up and pulled me to my feet with him. In hindsight, I probably should have expected the sharp slap to my butt when I bent down to retrieve the lost towel. I yelped. It stung.
I stuck my tongue out at him, then really did run back to the bedroom, knowing full well it would earn me another slap if he caught me.
There were e-mails to catch up on. I hadn’t been lying about that. Some from work, some from friends, others social media notifications I deleted without reading. I was generally avoiding the world outside my little Southern bubble.
When the rainstorm stopped, I ducked back outside, more determined than ever to tackle the recalcitrant plants that were taking over my yard. The rain had softened the dirt, making it easier to work over, and the smell of wet, freshly dug earth was surprisingly pleasing.
Later, after lunch, I dragged him off the sofa and into the car.
“Where are we going?” he grouched, upset I’d forced him into the passenger seat instead of letting him drive. He was a terrible passenger.
“Just somewhere I wanna show you.”
“I swear, Jesse, every day we spend here, your
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