Thursday, December 19th, 2019
The sound of a magpie calling outside aroused Dusty. She carefully rolled away from Blaise, yawning the last of the sleep away, and sat on the edge of the bed. She wished she could settle back next to him and go back to sleep. She had time. It wasn’t as if she could get on the combine this morning and get started reaping the last paddock of wheat. Not with it broken in the yard.
Dusty knew that if she stayed in bed with Blaise, it would only be more difficult to get up later. And since later was only in a few minutes, she figured there was no point delaying getting started for the day. Plus, she didn’t want to linger in bed and have the lay-in turn into something more intimate. Not with her mom in the house.
There will be plenty of time for sleep-ins later, she thought.
Carefully, she stood so as not to wake him and glanced at Blaise sleeping in her bed, his naked chest from the sheet that covered his lower body, and his arm bent back over his head. He looked peaceful. Hot. Sexy. Desirable. The sort of man she wanted to keep in her bed. Yet, there was a niggling feeling moving inside of her, one that caused her to hesitate.
There were so many details to sort out. It wasn’t as simple as him moving in. There was also her mom to consider. She wasn’t about to tell her mom to go live somewhere else.How was it really going to work with her mom living with them?This was something she’d been putting off thinking about for the last year.
At the beginning of the year, all she wanted to know was if things could go smoothly with Blaise. It had gone better than she’d ever hoped for. Much better. What he was asking about moving in wasn’t unreasonable. For whatever reason, it sent her mind blank and her stomach roiling and twisting.
She shook her head. It was too hard to think about this so early in the morning, especially when looking at Blaise mostly naked in her bed.
Dusty grabbed a fresh pair of jeans, shirt, underwear, and socks, then tiptoed out of her bedroom to the seventies-style bathroom that was long overdue for an update. There was no money to maintain the farmhouse. She and her mom had to make do, but she didn’t care so much. It wasn’t like she needed a fancy bathroom. This one was small, but there was a nice long bathtub and a tiny shower cubicle. It was clean, and with the water shortage they often faced, it wasn’t as if she spent a lot of time in there.
Water streamed down her body washing away the grime of the past day and easing the thoughts tangling in her mind. She let her mind drift, thinking of nothing except the water running over her skin.
A soft knock on the bathroom door brought her attention back to the now.
“No need to knock, come on in.” Dusty figured it was her mom, and she must need something in the bathroom.
The door opened then closed.
Dusty got on with her shower, taking out the cucumber scented shower gel and began to lather up the soap over her body.
The glass door of the shower began to slide open.
Dusty jumped. “Hey.”
“I thought you said it was okay to come in,” said Blaise.
She noticed how naked he was, all of him, every bit of his skin showing to her. His cock partially aroused. Her body tingled with desire as he stepped into the shower with Dusty.
“I didn’t think it was you.”
Water dribbled down his chest, sending her desires wild with need. There wasn’t a lot of room in the small shower, forcing them to be close, and Dusty was unable to step away from him. She didn’t want to. But she did hold on to a sense of propriety.
“Who the hell did you think it was, then?” He went to wrap his arms around her, but she pushed them away.
“Not now.” She didn’t like seeing the disappointment in his eyes. They were in a relationship, them in the shower naked should be something they did every day.
“I can help you get clean.”
“I’m clean enough,” she shot back as she tried to shimmy around him in the shower to wash off the soap. Moving also stopped her from gazing at his desirable body.
“Can’t even tempt you with a bit of a massage?”
Her breath caught in her throat—a massage would be great. Though, they were only just in summer now, and she wasn’t sure the rainwater tanks were full enough for long showers. “Can’t have long showers here. Remember, this is rainwater.”
He sighed deeply with frustration.
“How about back at your place,” she suggested, hoping he’d see it as an alternative.
“But not until after harvest, right?”
His words squeezed her heart.
