14. You are different.

TASHA

I step back a bit, getting hold of myself. "I will just be here. Just let me know whenever you are ready to have some snacks."

"I will." He skims his tongue over his bottom lip before going back to trimming the flowers, a little portion of untrimmed flowers remaining.

I sink back down on the chair and bury my arching sensation into devouring the burger in my hand. This guy is a fucking walking, breathing sinful temptation. A tiny chunk of the burger I am eating mistakenly gets stuck in my throat, forcing a cough out from my mouth. I quickly pull out the bottle water from the souvenir bag, screw it open and take a huge gulp.

Instant relief rushes down my throat. I close the bottle and rub my chest to soothe down the burn.

"Sorry." Nate whispers. I nod.

"I am done." He announces. I look up.

Damn. He is really done with trimming the flowers. So fast.

"You really did a nice job." I smile, impressed.

"Thanks." He walks towards a metal crate and drops the trimming shears into it. Afte