Ayden
As I walked downstairsto the kitchen, I couldn’t get one question out of my head- why did she look as if I had interrupted something?
Did she not sleep well or did she…
No…she wouldn’t.
Okay, so I did, sure. But I was on my couch in my cabin. I could touch myself all I wanted.
Did she….would she?
The thought buzzed around my mind like a fly to honey as I brewed a pot of coffee and cooked us eggs, toast, and bacon. Bluey wouldn’t stop drooling over the bacon and I threw him slice and then a long thick bone to distract him for the day.
Something else needed my attention today. Hell, it didn’t even need it. It totally stole it.
Shestole it.Raci.
Raci, Raci, Raci.
I couldn’t think of anything else but her.
Her full, pink, pouty lips.
Her soft, blue eyes.
Her hair, her curves, her ass…
“Ouch!” I yelped as a hot searing pain busted through my finger. Damn it. Grease from the bacon had splattered from the pan and on to my middle finger. I was so distracted I couldn’t even focus on cooking.
“Are you okay?”
Raci’s voice startled me and I turned to find her leaning in the doorway, a lopsided grin stretched across her pretty face. She looked so damn good in my t-shirt and sweatpants, but damn I wanted to see her naked more.
“Yeah, just a small burn.” I said as I shoved my finger under cold water to stop the pain.
“Make sure the water isn’t too cold.” Raci said as she walked over to me, stopping next to me at the sink. “It’s recommended to use cool water. Never cold and never ice.”
I chuckled. “Good to know.”
Raci shrugged. “It’s the little tips that really help the most in life. At least that’s what my mom always said.”
“It makes sense. Another good one is don’t let the grease splatter onto your hand and get a burn in the first place.”
Raci laughed. “I don’t think it’s possible. It smells delicious though. Do you know I’ve never cooked bacon?”
I looked at her sideways. “No?”
“Nope. I haven’t cooked much. I’m terrible at it. Can barely boil water. I use my stove as storage for sweaters.” Raci said it like it was something to be proud of.
“Are you going to be able to survive away from the city?”
“Very funny.” Raci clicked her tongue against her teeth.
“I hardly ever order out. I cook, grow my own fruits and veggies, and try to live off the land as best I can. My parents showed me a lot. They had me in their forties after years of not being able to have kids, so I was an only child and got their fullattention. We lived on a farm. We had cows, chickens, a few goats. I can’t keep up with the animals by myself, or I’d have them here.”
“Wow. It’s crazy how different our lives are,” Raci mused.
“I know. Were you raised in the city as well?”
