Page 14 of Harvest Season in Kentbury
“Raffa,” she says, smiling brighter as I approach.“Out for a jog?”
“Yeah,” I grunt, trying to keep my voice even, trying not to let her know that I’ve been mentally undressing her since the moment I saw her.“Doctor’s orders.Thirty minutes of cardio, taking it slow.”
She laughs, and damn it, I love the way she sounds when she laughs.Her sweater dips just enough to make my eyes drift lower, and I have to fight to keep from staring.The curve of her breasts is right there, teasing me.All I can think about is how badly I want to push that sweater down, expose her, and bury my face in those perfect tits.
It’s a fucking problem.A big problem.Because when I’m not thinking about her boobs, I’m thinking about what it’d be like to fuck her while she looks up at me with those big eyes, moaning my name.My pulse quickens just imagining it.
“Are you okay?”she asks, tilting her head, that sweet concern in her voice snapping me back to reality.
I clear my throat, adjusting my joggers because, fuck, this is not the time to be getting hard.“Yeah, just ...tired.”Tired of thinking about her and not being able to act, because my sister is right.
I should probably leave, finish my jog, and cool off—literally and figuratively.But my feet?Yeah, they’re glued to the damn spot.“You, uh ...you heading somewhere?”
“Oh, just grabbing some coffee,” she says, gesturing toward the shop behind her.“Want to join me?”
Fuck.Sitting across from her right now while I’m trying to will my dick to calm the hell down sounds like pure torture.“Can’t drink caffeine, remember?”I blurt out, probably a little too quickly.
Her smile falters, just for a second, and instantly I feel like an asshole.But it’s for the best.If I sit with her, all I’ll be thinking about is what I’ve been fantasizing about all week—how her boobs would bounce when I’m deep inside her, how it’d feel to hear her moaning my name while I bury myself in her.Yeah, no.I can’t handle that right now.
“They have green juice,” she says, totally unfazed.“You can drink that, and there are parfait cups.Greek yogurt’s good for your condition and so are berries.”
“My condition?”I repeat, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you’re grumpy because you can’t have a normal diet,” she jokes, flashing me a teasing grin.“I noticed there are still a lot of things you can eat or drink, even with it.I will teach you how to enjoy life and eat again without missing out.”
This is not what I expected so I have to ask, “How do you know?”
She shrugs, all casual.“I googled it, of course.Did you know you can have sex within one to two weeks after a heart attack, as long as you check with your doctor first?You’re good to go if that’s what you need, just make sure to wear a condom.”
I blink, completely thrown.Did she ...did she just google my condition to better my sex life?My brain short-circuits for a second, trying to figure out if she’s giving me a factoid or dropping some kind of hint.
“Uh ... Are you insinuating we should ...I mean, I would love to have sex, but you’re too young.”
“What?!”she squeaks, her eyes widening in pure horror.
“Wait, no, I didn’t—” I stammer, realizing how that sounded.“I just meant?—”
“Oh my God.”She gasps, turning bright red as she waves her hands in front of her.“I didn’t mean that you and ...I was just—oh my God, no, I—where are my invisible powers when I need them?”
Her face is so flushed, I half expect steam to start coming out of her ears.She’s backing up, practically stumbling over her own feet in her rush to leave.“I— Uh, I have to go,” she says, turning on her heel.“Like, right now.”
“Wait, Meadow, I didn’t mean?—”
But she’s already retreating, not even stepping into the coffee shop.I watch her go, half laughing, half dying of second-hand embarrassment.
“Guess that’s a no on the green juice or sex,” I mutter to myself, still standing there, feeling like a total idiot.
ChapterEleven
Raffa
I’m not exactlysurprised that Meadow’s canceled our evening session twice in a row.Festival prep hasn’t come to a halt or anything—she’s still sending me texts with random instructions, who to call, what to handle—but it’s clear she’s avoiding me.Probably still hung up on that whole “you can have sex but don’t forget the condoms” fiasco.
Honestly, I don’t blame her.I’d be embarrassed too.But I’ve already talked to my doctor and—guess what?She was right.I’m cleared for sex, as long as I stick to missionary or let my partner take control.Low effort.Doctor’s orders.
I even ordered a few boxes of condoms, just in case ...not sure who am I going to fuck, my hand?I shouldn’t be worrying about it.
That’s why today I’m trying something new.Yoga class.Yeah, you heard me right—yoga.McKay helped me buy a mat and basically shoved me into this, saying it’ll help me “relax.”
