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unable to fall back asleep, and retreated to the downstairs library to watch the rain.
Summer found a blanket and a copy of Moby Dick as she curled up on the big couch by the window. She watched raindrops race down the clear glass and wished for sleepy eyes to return.
She was soon joined by another figure in the doorway of the library. It was Dylan.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.
Summer jerked her head his way, startled by his voice disrupting the hushed pitter-patter of rain.
“You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“I never want to miss a thunderstorm. We get them so rarely I always want to watch them. What’s that book you got there?”
“Oh, nothing. I just found it on the shelf.”
Dylan walked in closer and sat on the arm of the chair Summer was occupying.
“Did you get many thunderstorms in Iowa?”
“Yeah, only when I wanted sunny days.”
Dylan laughed.
“Seems to always be how those things work. Do you mind if I join you on the couch?”
Summer adjusted her position and patted the empty cushion next to her.
“Not at all. Have a seat.”
Dylan got off the armrest and sat down next to her on the couch. They stared out the window together, silent for a moment.
He put his arm around her and she leaned her head deep into his large shoulder, allowing her eyes to flicker open and closed as she started to feel relaxed.
Dylan leaned back on the couch as they both lay together, Summer curled up on top of his frame, his arms still keeping her secure. Her head was placed perfectly on his chest and she could hear his heart beating.
The sound of the tapping rain and the warmth of Dylan’s body allowed her to drift back into the sleep she had been wanting, Dylan not far behind her.
They awoke still in each other’s arms, the rain long passed and the sun now out to greet the morning. Summer sat up and looked around, and Dylan stretched his arms outward before checking the time.
“Wow, we must have slept hard,” he said.
“It’s already six. I have some work to do.”
Summer felt badly.
“I’m sorry, Dylan. I didn’t mean to make you oversleep. I know you have work to do each morning.”
“Don’t you worry about it. It’s my fault. I can still get everything done. Let me make you some breakfast first.”
Summer didn’t want to be the reason the horses had to eat late.
“No, no,” she said.
“Take care of the animals first.”
He touched her shoulders firmly. “Summer. Please. Let me make you some food first.”
Dylan prepared them both a breakfast of Colorado omelets and oatmeal with fresh fruit and coffee. Summer didn’t realize just how hungry she was from not eating her dinner the night before, she inhaled her breakfast.
“You sure can eat,” Dylan laughed.
“Well, your food is really good. Thank you for breakfast.”
“When you’re done there, go shower and get ready. I’ll feed the horses and clean the stalls, shouldn’t take me more than a couple of hours. Pack a backpack for overnight. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” said Summer.
“Why overnight, though?”
Dylan smiled over his mug of coffee.
“It’ll be a surprise.”
Summer left Dylan to his morning duties and went to go shower. She dusted her face lightly with makeup and allowed her curly, sandy hair to dry naturally.
Trying to think of what Dylan could be plotting, she packed basic items for overnight, unsure of what kind of adventure he had in mind.
She came outside to find him shirtless, taking a drink from the hose. His stomach muscles were defined and healthy, and she couldn’t keep herself from staring.
He looked up and spotted her.
“Hey, Summer! I just finished up. Are you ready to go?”
She nodded, still secretly wild over what she was viewing. She wanted so badly to
Summer found a blanket and a copy of Moby Dick as she curled up on the big couch by the window. She watched raindrops race down the clear glass and wished for sleepy eyes to return.
She was soon joined by another figure in the doorway of the library. It was Dylan.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.
Summer jerked her head his way, startled by his voice disrupting the hushed pitter-patter of rain.
“You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“I never want to miss a thunderstorm. We get them so rarely I always want to watch them. What’s that book you got there?”
“Oh, nothing. I just found it on the shelf.”
Dylan walked in closer and sat on the arm of the chair Summer was occupying.
“Did you get many thunderstorms in Iowa?”
“Yeah, only when I wanted sunny days.”
Dylan laughed.
“Seems to always be how those things work. Do you mind if I join you on the couch?”
Summer adjusted her position and patted the empty cushion next to her.
“Not at all. Have a seat.”
Dylan got off the armrest and sat down next to her on the couch. They stared out the window together, silent for a moment.
He put his arm around her and she leaned her head deep into his large shoulder, allowing her eyes to flicker open and closed as she started to feel relaxed.
Dylan leaned back on the couch as they both lay together, Summer curled up on top of his frame, his arms still keeping her secure. Her head was placed perfectly on his chest and she could hear his heart beating.
The sound of the tapping rain and the warmth of Dylan’s body allowed her to drift back into the sleep she had been wanting, Dylan not far behind her.
They awoke still in each other’s arms, the rain long passed and the sun now out to greet the morning. Summer sat up and looked around, and Dylan stretched his arms outward before checking the time.
“Wow, we must have slept hard,” he said.
“It’s already six. I have some work to do.”
Summer felt badly.
“I’m sorry, Dylan. I didn’t mean to make you oversleep. I know you have work to do each morning.”
“Don’t you worry about it. It’s my fault. I can still get everything done. Let me make you some breakfast first.”
Summer didn’t want to be the reason the horses had to eat late.
“No, no,” she said.
“Take care of the animals first.”
He touched her shoulders firmly. “Summer. Please. Let me make you some food first.”
Dylan prepared them both a breakfast of Colorado omelets and oatmeal with fresh fruit and coffee. Summer didn’t realize just how hungry she was from not eating her dinner the night before, she inhaled her breakfast.
“You sure can eat,” Dylan laughed.
“Well, your food is really good. Thank you for breakfast.”
“When you’re done there, go shower and get ready. I’ll feed the horses and clean the stalls, shouldn’t take me more than a couple of hours. Pack a backpack for overnight. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” said Summer.
“Why overnight, though?”
Dylan smiled over his mug of coffee.
“It’ll be a surprise.”
Summer left Dylan to his morning duties and went to go shower. She dusted her face lightly with makeup and allowed her curly, sandy hair to dry naturally.
Trying to think of what Dylan could be plotting, she packed basic items for overnight, unsure of what kind of adventure he had in mind.
She came outside to find him shirtless, taking a drink from the hose. His stomach muscles were defined and healthy, and she couldn’t keep herself from staring.
He looked up and spotted her.
“Hey, Summer! I just finished up. Are you ready to go?”
She nodded, still secretly wild over what she was viewing. She wanted so badly to
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