Page 17 of Country Charm

I stand and start cleaning up the mess from the food Hunter and I ate. I plan on sleeping in late tomorrow, so I don’t want to have to clean it up in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when I wake up.

“Okay, Okay. Jeez. Sorry. Was the moo part funny?” I can hear how excited she is. That’s Lynn, excited over planning a prank. I find it more humorous that it ended up being cute rather than embarrassing.

“Yes, I was about to knock his block off. He kept rambling on and on without making any sense to me. If hewasn’t so hot, I probably would have smacked him.” I roll my eyes; the man is just so effin’ hot.

After cleaning up my mess I turn out my living room light and blindly make my way to my bedroom. I can hear Lynn giggling on the line.

“Well, I’m glad it was funny. I can’t wait to tell Georgie and Mary! You looked pissed, and then you looked like you wanted to jump him.” She’s too proud. I’m regretting calling her suddenly.

“Remember Lynn, your birthday is only a few short months away. I’ll remember you took over my prank this year.”

I hear silence. No giggling or shuffling around.

“Remember what I’m capable of,” I play-threaten.

“The bunny…” she whispers, and I grin.

Dropping myself into my bed, I throw an arm behind my head.

“Just kidding, babe. I’d never do that to you again. Moos or not,” I tell her sweetly. “I love you too damn much.”

“I love you too. Sorry he didn’t get your rocks off, and that you didn’t like him more.” I can tell that she’s a little sad with the outcome, but that’s Lynn. My eternal good girl.

I could tell her that he did technically get my rocks off, we just didn’t seal the deal. I also could tell her that I liked him a lot. Neither of those things would be productive though; if anything, she would take more victory in it.

I, Cassidy Walker, just happen to be a sore loser.

“It’s okay. Go get that husband of yours and get some sleep.”

“Will do. Love you, girl,” she closes.

“Love you moo.”

I undo my bra and pull the straps out and off so I can get more comfortable. Climbing further up my bedI lie in the middle, just how I like. I wish Hunter would have stayed, we seemed so physically compatible. It’s not often you meet someone and just click with them. I had that with this guy. He didn’t get annoyed by my blabbering. He didn’t think the girls and my pranks were dumb. His kisses weren’t that initial awkward kiss, like he’s trying to be too forceful or lacking in confidence.

The way he was massaging my feet. The way his fingers played with the skin of my breast. The man has skills, and I wanted more of them. I can imagine that he is a generous lover.

I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a large book. Except it’s not really a book. It’s a keepsake box, which holds a close friend of mine. My dear Wanda. She and I have great plans tonight. Plans that don’t physically involve a sexy cowboy, but we can sure think about one together. I recall the skills Hunter had displayed tonight and imagine how the rest of the night would have gone had we not stopped.

Wanda keeps me company for fifteen minutes before my body pulls me toward a deep and much-needed sleep.

Damn you, Country Charm.

I wake up the next morning, or at least I thought it was morning, to a handful of texts. After looking at my phone, I confirm it is technically the afternoon since it’s after twelve.

Lynn: I’m sorry, but not sorry. Love you.

Interesting.

Poor Lynn, she probably feels a handful of guilt over last night.

Unknown: Good morning beautiful. I woke up thinking of you.

Unknown: Image Attached.

I drop my phone and my hand covers my mouth. The image attached is a faceless one, but I have a feeling I know who it is. It shows a body under a plain white sheet, clean might I add, washboard abs, half of a perfectly sculpted pec, and a healthy and even slightly detailed tent. I shamelessly zoom into the picture and am able to see a thick outline and a plump head.

Those two texts were sent at five-thirty. Who wakes up at five-thirty on a Sunday?! With a boner, no less. If I woke up at an hour like that it would be because my fire alarm was going off and I needed to evacuate my building, or because one of the girls had an emergency. Needless to say, in either of those situations, I would not wake up in that kind of mood.

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