Mag-log inWe walked down the path toward the orchards, and the further we got from the barn, the quieter it became. After a while, it was just the sound of our footsteps on the gravel path, the distant music from the barn, birds settling in for the evening.The Air smelled like earth and apples and autumn, and the low sun was painting everything in this gorgeous golden light that made even the fucking grass look magical.The first row of apple trees appeared, branches heavy with fruit, and Miles consulted the map Patricia had given us. "Okay, so... according to this light guy here, these are the Honeycrisp. Apparently they're the best for eating. It says 'fresh super crisp, sweet-tart balance,' alli of that."He reached up and plucked an apple from a low-hanging branch, examining it. "See? You want to look for ones that are fully colored, no green, and twist them gently. If they come off easily, they're ripe.""How do you know all this?" I asked, amused."YouTube," he admitted, grinning. "I wat
Miles drove with one hand on the wheel and kept glancing over at me with that barely contained excitement, like a kid with a secret he was dying to share."You're going to give it away if you keep looking at me like that," I said, unable to keep the smile out of my voice."I can't help it. I've been planning this for three days. I just had to let the dinner be this first and I'm just... I really hope you like it."He merged onto the highway heading east, away from the city center, and I tried to figure out where the hell we could be going."Three days? Miles, you only got back from Chicago two days ago, and we went out yesterday.""I started planning immediately I realized I was almost done and I am coming, you're probably not even gonna believe me," he admitted, and there was something almost shy in the way he said it. "I knew I wanted to do something kinda different when I got back. The dinner was just... you know. A proper thing to do."Something in my chest squeezed, as he confess
When I left the boutique, it was almost 2:30. I could feel the nervous energy building in my chest, that pre-outing anxiety, and I don’t know why exactly I’m feeling it right now.We were together yesterday, and I didn’t even feel like this then. The last time i could remember feeling something like this was the first time we both went on a proper date, that was first time we were at La Vie en Rose, and I'd been nervous then too but for different reasons. That had been early in all of this. I mean, yes there was this whole thing with Jax, but it hasn’t imploded and rebuilt itself into something new and complicated and impossible.This time, it felt different. There’s much higher stakes, somehow. Like tonight actually mattered in a way that every other didn’t, or maybe the curiosity drive for what he’s planning is what’s aggravating what’s already there.I drove home slowly, taking the long way, letting the music from my carefully curated "Feelings" playlist fill the car. By the time I
I watched movies, took a very long nap and woke up once again.I couldn't stay in my room. I can't just sit here staring at the clock and spiraling. I needed... something. I need a distraction, and activity, just something, anything.I did my makeup. I kept it simple and natural. I used tinted moisturizer instead of foundation, a little bronzer, mascara, nude lip gloss. My hair was really cooperating with everything I was up to. It fell in loose waves that looked intentionally casual even though I've been sitting with it for over twenty minutes with the curling iron to achieve the effect.By the time I was done, it was only noon. Five fucking hours until Miles picked me up. What the hell was I supposed to do until then?I grabbed my phone and texted my mom: "I'm going out for a bit. I will be back by 4:30 to get ready. I'm gonna be out for a while in the evening too."Her response was immediate: "Okay honey." The reply was surprising, or more like it made it obvious that she's busy bu
The sunlight streaming through my curtains was the first thing that made me realize I'd slept and woken up, then my entire body that's screaming in protest.For a confused, painful moment, I couldn't figure out why every single muscle felt like it had been run over by a truck. Then yesterday's gym session came flooding back, the squats, the deadlifts, the absolutely stupid amount of weight I'd loaded onto every machine in a desperate attempt to burn off my rage at literally everyone, and I groaned into my pillow.Then I remembered my time out with Miles, and to an extent I told myself that it was all worth it, even as my quads seized up when I tried to straighten my legs. It's totally fucking worth it.My phone said the time was 9:47 AM, and if it had lied to me before I wouldn't believe it cause that means I'd slept almost eleven hours.I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept that long. My body had apparently decided that after the physical and emotional punishment of the last fe
"Because I'm into you, Scarlett... Like I really like you. And I want to keep doing this, taking you out, getting to know you better, trying to decide where this goes. But I need to know if what that meant was that I'm with someone else. If your heart's somewhere else while you're sitting here with me. You know... that's just it"The honesty in his voice was devastating. He deserved the truth. Or as much of it as I could give."It's complicated," I said carefully. "There was... someone. Kinda like... like something." I started stuttering, and almost visible." But... but... i'm trying to figure out if it was real or if it was just the situation that made it feel that way.""And that's what this is?" He gestured between us. "Figuring it out?""Partly," I admitted. "But also because I genuinely like spending time with you. That's not a lie or a test. This right now.... it's real."He was quiet for a moment, processing. Then he looked up and
I pushed through my door and it closed behind me with a soft click, but I still sounded way too loud in my head.I made it three steps before my legs quit. I just dropped onto my bed face-first, I didn't even try to undress, or try to do anything, I didn't even think.My brain was filled of white n
I was sitting at my desk with my laptop open and my headphones on. I was editing an Instagram Reel for to post on my Instagram, and putting together behind-the-scenes clips from my recent photoshoot, along with shots of the fabric swatches, me adjusting the lighting, and close-ups of the jewelry
I was making constant, and filthy sounds, the that were both loud, and broken moans and gasps and raw, all echoing off the walls.The orgasm built fast, explosive, unstoppable, apocalyptic. I'd been teetering on the edge forever, wound so tight it detonated instantly."I'm gonna
Her breath hitched sharp and loud, and her legs spasmed, spreading wider on the table.Her heels scraped the edge of the table as her thighs parted obscenely. Her pussy lips blooming open like a wet invitation, leaving shiny trail leading down to her asshole.He middle finger ta







