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The combine came to an abrupt halt which shot me forward, forcing me to look at Bambi who was red in the fucking face.
“You always find a way to distract me.” She blushed, shyly looking away.
As much as I wanted to play, I could feel my dad throwing daggers at me from all the way at the barn.
“Switch places with me, sweetheart. We won’t get anythin’ done with you drivin’ like a granny.”
She cursed in protest but eventually planted her ass onto my lap as I pulled her to the passenger seat, trading her place.
“You can’t just tease me like that, Hunter.” She joked. But she was dead serious. And so was I.
“I got my right hand for a reason, Bambi. Now c’mere.”
???
So what if we fucked like a couple of cats in heat? We weren’t harming nobody.
After we’d finished up harvesting for the day, I took her against my shower wall then had her nestled in the corner of my couch, watching some hospital drama show.
“What’s it even about?” I asked, painting my boat figurines at the new workstation in my shed.
Bambi helped me set it up last month when my dad’s handy-man tool kit supply needed the garage space. It actually made more sense considering I had it now in the comfort of my own place, rather than always strutting off to the farmhouse.
“Grey’s Anatomy?” She gaped, actin’ like I was the dumbest motherfucker on this planet.
I finished off a few more brush strokes before I coughed back. “Grey’s Anatomy, Bambi.”
“Do you not watch T.V?”
“I got shit to do.”
I could tell she rolled her eyes and when my neck craned to look back, she did.Readin’ my girl like a damn book at this point.
“It’s so complex.”
“Medicine always is.” I quipped, gripping onto the back-end of the stem as I finished off the silver railing.
Bambi’s paintbrushes were the only things I felt comfortable using now. Every other one felt like a betrayal, like I didn’t like her gift or some shit even thought that sounded like the dumbest thing.I guess that’s what you get for fallin’ in…
“My brother’s coming down next week.” She said, blasting me out of my brain.And thank fuck for that because what the hell was I just about to say?
I kept my head down to wipe my brush, clearing the croak in my throat. “Oh yeah? Am I meetin’ him?”
“Well duh, I was thinking we can do a double date. Maybe to Berandino’s or something for my birth…” but she cut herself off as I bobbed my head up quickly.
“Your birthday?” I urged. “Your birthday’s next week?”
The light of the T.V screen concealed the colour in her face, but it was poking through.
“The second of August, yeah. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“It’s not a big deal, baby.” I huffed casually, slugging my arm around the back of my chair.
She frowned, half insulted and I cracked a fuckin’ laugh.
“I’m kiddin’ Bambi, it’s a huge deal. Why didn’t ya tell me?”
“I hate when you do that.”
