semblance of a smile. I try to say something—anything. “I … I … I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just, well, uh ...” Now I stutter, too .
“Don’t sweat it. I’m not looking for any romance. So we’re all set. Bye Jenny!” She reaches for the door handle and starts to open it. “I assume we’re taking Red here for the tour?”
I move to my side and climb in. “Red?”
“I name all the cars I drive in. I like to develop relationships with them so they’ll take good care of me and not break down.” She climbs in, shrugging her shoulders, like it’s normal to name your car.
I shrug back at her. “Okay. Why Red?”
“Duh. Isn’t it obvious?” She opens her arms wide as if she’s showcasing the car. “She’s painted red and is getting on in years. Red is a strong, sturdy name.” She taps the doorframe and smiles at me. It’s that same smile—the one that goes straight to her eyes.
My brain can’t control what my mouth spews next. “Your smile brightens up your whole face and makes your eyes sparkle. You’re beautiful.” Sparkle? This girl is definitely turning me into some kinda sap.
She looks at me for what feels like minutes, but, of course, is really only seconds. “Wow Ben. Careful, that sounds romantic to me. Are you sure there’s nothing romantic going on here?” She winks and smacks my arm in a teasing way. “So, let’s get this tour started!”
“Ah, yeah, okay. Sorry, again. I just wanted you to know what I’m thinking.” I hope she can’t hear the hurt in my voice, but I don’t think I’m doing a very good job of hiding it. I start up Red and we take off. The dirt roads are bumpy and jolt us around a bit. We sit in silence while I drive up to the ridge that overlooks our vineyard and the valley.
This is one of my favorite spots, but I’m afraid to tell her. I’m hesitant to stop and make more of a jackass of myself, so I slow down so we can both take in the view.
“Ben, this is amazing. No wonder you and Jenny love it here. Growing up here must have been so cool.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. I love to come out here and sit. It’s peaceful. I could sit here for hours and do nothing but just be.” I stop the truck and put it in park.
“It’s nice to just be sometimes, isn’t it? Time to be you. No expectations, limits, or disappointments. I like the sound of that, Ben.” She grabs my hand and holds it. It feels soft and safe. I grab it tighter so she won’t let go. “It’s my turn to say sorry, Ben. I shouldn’t have responded to you the way I did. What you said about me being beautiful was really nice. I liked it. A lot. Thank you.”
I lift her hand up to my lips and gently kiss it. I can hear her gasp, and it sends a shiver through me. “Well, every word I’ve said is true, Sam.” We’re both silent. There’s probably more to say, but I don’t want to screw it up. “You ready to keep exploring?” Now if that’s not a loaded word, I don’t know what is.
“Sure, but can we stop over there under that tree? I’d like to get out and explore on foot for a bit, if that’s okay?”
It’s my turn to smile now. I can tell that she loves it here, too. “Absolutely, but only on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I get to keep holding your hand.” Please say yes.
“You want to keep holding my hand? I don’t know, Ben. For someone who doesn’t want romance, you’re sure pushing the boundaries.” I hold her hand firm and pull her toward me. I must’ve done it too hard, because it throws her balance off. Her head moves toward my lap, and damn, it’s hot. I could help stop her momentum, but fuck that. Having her head in my lap is like my shower fantasy come true.
Instinctively, her hand lands on my thigh to stop her head from falling forward. She pops back up brushing her hair off her face. Her pink lips form a lovely O, and I instantly think of them on my dick. The color of her skin is a lovely shade of red and her
“Don’t sweat it. I’m not looking for any romance. So we’re all set. Bye Jenny!” She reaches for the door handle and starts to open it. “I assume we’re taking Red here for the tour?”
I move to my side and climb in. “Red?”
“I name all the cars I drive in. I like to develop relationships with them so they’ll take good care of me and not break down.” She climbs in, shrugging her shoulders, like it’s normal to name your car.
I shrug back at her. “Okay. Why Red?”
“Duh. Isn’t it obvious?” She opens her arms wide as if she’s showcasing the car. “She’s painted red and is getting on in years. Red is a strong, sturdy name.” She taps the doorframe and smiles at me. It’s that same smile—the one that goes straight to her eyes.
My brain can’t control what my mouth spews next. “Your smile brightens up your whole face and makes your eyes sparkle. You’re beautiful.” Sparkle? This girl is definitely turning me into some kinda sap.
She looks at me for what feels like minutes, but, of course, is really only seconds. “Wow Ben. Careful, that sounds romantic to me. Are you sure there’s nothing romantic going on here?” She winks and smacks my arm in a teasing way. “So, let’s get this tour started!”
“Ah, yeah, okay. Sorry, again. I just wanted you to know what I’m thinking.” I hope she can’t hear the hurt in my voice, but I don’t think I’m doing a very good job of hiding it. I start up Red and we take off. The dirt roads are bumpy and jolt us around a bit. We sit in silence while I drive up to the ridge that overlooks our vineyard and the valley.
This is one of my favorite spots, but I’m afraid to tell her. I’m hesitant to stop and make more of a jackass of myself, so I slow down so we can both take in the view.
“Ben, this is amazing. No wonder you and Jenny love it here. Growing up here must have been so cool.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. I love to come out here and sit. It’s peaceful. I could sit here for hours and do nothing but just be.” I stop the truck and put it in park.
“It’s nice to just be sometimes, isn’t it? Time to be you. No expectations, limits, or disappointments. I like the sound of that, Ben.” She grabs my hand and holds it. It feels soft and safe. I grab it tighter so she won’t let go. “It’s my turn to say sorry, Ben. I shouldn’t have responded to you the way I did. What you said about me being beautiful was really nice. I liked it. A lot. Thank you.”
I lift her hand up to my lips and gently kiss it. I can hear her gasp, and it sends a shiver through me. “Well, every word I’ve said is true, Sam.” We’re both silent. There’s probably more to say, but I don’t want to screw it up. “You ready to keep exploring?” Now if that’s not a loaded word, I don’t know what is.
“Sure, but can we stop over there under that tree? I’d like to get out and explore on foot for a bit, if that’s okay?”
It’s my turn to smile now. I can tell that she loves it here, too. “Absolutely, but only on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I get to keep holding your hand.” Please say yes.
“You want to keep holding my hand? I don’t know, Ben. For someone who doesn’t want romance, you’re sure pushing the boundaries.” I hold her hand firm and pull her toward me. I must’ve done it too hard, because it throws her balance off. Her head moves toward my lap, and damn, it’s hot. I could help stop her momentum, but fuck that. Having her head in my lap is like my shower fantasy come true.
Instinctively, her hand lands on my thigh to stop her head from falling forward. She pops back up brushing her hair off her face. Her pink lips form a lovely O, and I instantly think of them on my dick. The color of her skin is a lovely shade of red and her
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