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Months?
He’s easy to be around, takes such good care of me, and always seems to truly appreciate me.
There’s always a pain in his gaze though, one I want to help heal.
And he’s hot as hell. Sculpted abs, veiny arms, and an ass that I could bounce a coin off of.
Once in a while I get a glimpse of the package he’s hiding, when he doesn’t turn away quickly enough.
I haven’t had a steady guy before, but know just how much fun one can be.
Wade makes me feel safe, and I should be thankful for that.
I’d rather be here than in jail.
Maybe I should be content with our situation? I’ve never been this…comfortable. Is it wrong I want to stay? Make it more?
Yet, he’s fought me every time I try to step close.
Except this time.
Fiery desire blooms in my belly. Would he push me away now?
As tempting as the melting ice cream in my rootbeer float is, he is much more alluring.
Working my way upstairs reveals he gave up on his treat. The last swirl of froth rims the drain in the sink, and the cup is in the garbage.
Why would he throw it out?
I mean, I get it. It isn’t nearly as fun trying to enjoy it by myself.
No, it’s not. I’d rather let him see just how much I like it.
Knocking on his bedroom door, I stand there for a moment trying to listen for him.
“Wade? Are you in there?” Impatiently, I swing it open to find his empty suite with his uniform tossed on the bed. Even the light to his bathroom is off.
Where did he go? His truck is still parked out front.
Rumbling from the tractor points me in the right direction.
Determination sets my jaw.
That teasing touch of his betrayed what I know he’s been fighting. So he’s going to either admit it, or tell me to stop.
Either way, I’m getting some truth out of him.
Dropping my phone and ear buds on the counter, I grab up my nearly-full float and run down the porch steps.
The sweat from my workout prickles off my skin in the scorching sun as I cut behind the house towards the field.
He’s heading away from me, his big green tractor towing a heavy machine that churns up the loose grass and spits out small bales of neatly packaged hay behind it.
It rumbles like a giant animal, devouring the dry plants and pooping out square turds.
I’m still laughing about it when Wade turns at the end to start back in this direction.
He shakes his head when he sees me, dropping the brim of his hat to cover his eyes.
