eyes.
"Stay here for a minute." He left the tack house and after a moment, came back in, carrying something.
"Bought you a present.” Really? I was surprised and touched. He'd been away all day. It was heartwarming to think that he'd thought of me.
"What is it?" I asked, eager to find out what he'd buy me, and feeling a greater thrill than I’d admit out loud.
He handed me the white paper sack and I opened it up. Candy?
"It's from Robitaille's in Carpinteria. It's candy, so I figured you could eat it—no animals in it. I asked and they said these had no milk or butter or anything."
My mouth opened at such a thoughtful gift and I tilted my head to the side. "That was nice of you."
He gave me a wicked look. "Not really. They were the official candy maker of Reagan's second inauguration."
I couldn't help but laugh. Of course he gave me Republican vegan candy.
I raised an eyebrow. "A compromise, Mr. Thrash? I didn't know you had it in you."
He looked for a moment like he was battling with himself to say something, but didn't. He blinked and he pressed his mouth together. Then he stood up, looked down at me, said, "See you later," and walked away. But I heard him mutter, "I know what I want in you."
Dirty motherfucker. I smiled.
The candy was delicious, though I still felt bad for the snake.
A Horse and a White Bikini
ON FRIDAY MORNING, THE kids left, I wrote a report of what we did, and then I packed up a daypack with a huge towel, sunscreen, water (in a reusable BPA-free bottle), organic berries from the ranch, my phone, and my e-reader. I put on my white bikini under my cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt and set off to the beach, a hot twenty-minute walk.
This beach featured a small cove, with bluffs on all sides and rocks heading into the water, no one around on any side for miles. I lay out my towel, stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, and ran into the water to cool off and wash off my sweat from the walk. Oh, was it cold! Although it was a sunny June day, the Pacific Ocean felt arctic. I splashed around for just a minute, did a handstand on my way back to my towel, and flopped down on my back, sunglasses on, and my earbuds in with dance music on my phone. Goosebumps covered my skin from the frigid water and my nipples puckered. I wanted the sun to warm me up, and fast.
After a moment, I sensed a shadow over my face.
I opened my eyes and saw Will standing over me, wearing a green Justin Workboots trucker hat, which barely controlled his hair, a tight, faded red t-shirt, and his usual jeans and boots. I tore out my earbuds and hoisted myself up on my elbows, looking up at him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Heard you went to the beach," he said, his expression unreadable. "Thought I'd give Thor some exercise."
"Your horse is named Thor?" I laughed, took my sunglasses off, and looked around. He'd tied the horse to a post at the edge of the small beach area.
He ignored my comment and looked my body up and down, his dark eyes now intense. "You can't do this to me," he said, and he crouched down next to me, rocking back on his heels.
"Do what?" I asked, only partially innocently, since I was sticking my chest out at him, determined to mess with him every chance I got. Guess this was also my way of getting him back for his naked torso display the other day.
He shook his head. "Display your sexy body like that and not expect me to touch you."
"Go right ahead, cowboy," I said, and the words were barely out of my mouth when he took off his hat, put it on backwards, kneeled, leaned over, and kissed me, pulling my wet body to his dry one and holding me to him.
This was a sweeter kiss than the one we shared almost a week ago, but no less energetic. As he kissed me, with plenty of tongue, I kissed him back, feeling his hot lips on my cold ones. I was getting his t-shirt wet, but, typical Will, he didn't seem to care. Instead, he ran his fingers from my ear down my neck to my shoulder, and he broke apart
"Stay here for a minute." He left the tack house and after a moment, came back in, carrying something.
"Bought you a present.” Really? I was surprised and touched. He'd been away all day. It was heartwarming to think that he'd thought of me.
"What is it?" I asked, eager to find out what he'd buy me, and feeling a greater thrill than I’d admit out loud.
He handed me the white paper sack and I opened it up. Candy?
"It's from Robitaille's in Carpinteria. It's candy, so I figured you could eat it—no animals in it. I asked and they said these had no milk or butter or anything."
My mouth opened at such a thoughtful gift and I tilted my head to the side. "That was nice of you."
He gave me a wicked look. "Not really. They were the official candy maker of Reagan's second inauguration."
I couldn't help but laugh. Of course he gave me Republican vegan candy.
I raised an eyebrow. "A compromise, Mr. Thrash? I didn't know you had it in you."
He looked for a moment like he was battling with himself to say something, but didn't. He blinked and he pressed his mouth together. Then he stood up, looked down at me, said, "See you later," and walked away. But I heard him mutter, "I know what I want in you."
Dirty motherfucker. I smiled.
The candy was delicious, though I still felt bad for the snake.
A Horse and a White Bikini
ON FRIDAY MORNING, THE kids left, I wrote a report of what we did, and then I packed up a daypack with a huge towel, sunscreen, water (in a reusable BPA-free bottle), organic berries from the ranch, my phone, and my e-reader. I put on my white bikini under my cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt and set off to the beach, a hot twenty-minute walk.
This beach featured a small cove, with bluffs on all sides and rocks heading into the water, no one around on any side for miles. I lay out my towel, stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, and ran into the water to cool off and wash off my sweat from the walk. Oh, was it cold! Although it was a sunny June day, the Pacific Ocean felt arctic. I splashed around for just a minute, did a handstand on my way back to my towel, and flopped down on my back, sunglasses on, and my earbuds in with dance music on my phone. Goosebumps covered my skin from the frigid water and my nipples puckered. I wanted the sun to warm me up, and fast.
After a moment, I sensed a shadow over my face.
I opened my eyes and saw Will standing over me, wearing a green Justin Workboots trucker hat, which barely controlled his hair, a tight, faded red t-shirt, and his usual jeans and boots. I tore out my earbuds and hoisted myself up on my elbows, looking up at him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Heard you went to the beach," he said, his expression unreadable. "Thought I'd give Thor some exercise."
"Your horse is named Thor?" I laughed, took my sunglasses off, and looked around. He'd tied the horse to a post at the edge of the small beach area.
He ignored my comment and looked my body up and down, his dark eyes now intense. "You can't do this to me," he said, and he crouched down next to me, rocking back on his heels.
"Do what?" I asked, only partially innocently, since I was sticking my chest out at him, determined to mess with him every chance I got. Guess this was also my way of getting him back for his naked torso display the other day.
He shook his head. "Display your sexy body like that and not expect me to touch you."
"Go right ahead, cowboy," I said, and the words were barely out of my mouth when he took off his hat, put it on backwards, kneeled, leaned over, and kissed me, pulling my wet body to his dry one and holding me to him.
This was a sweeter kiss than the one we shared almost a week ago, but no less energetic. As he kissed me, with plenty of tongue, I kissed him back, feeling his hot lips on my cold ones. I was getting his t-shirt wet, but, typical Will, he didn't seem to care. Instead, he ran his fingers from my ear down my neck to my shoulder, and he broke apart
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