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I lean in, brushing my lips against hers one last time. “Good.”
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Billie
Holy shit.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. One minute, we were picking apples, and the next, Rayne’s fingers were working me, making me come so hard I saw stars.
And now? Now, I’m leaning against a tree, trying to catch my breath while he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
“Yeah… Just give me a minute.”
Rayne smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Take all the time you need.”
Chapter 7
Billie
It’s been a few days since that apple-picking date, and I can’t stop thinking about Rayne. Every time I close my eyes, I can feel his hands on me, the way his mouth worked me over until I was a shaking, moaning mess. And it’s not just the physical stuff, though that alone has me replaying every dirty detail in a loop. It’s the way he looks at me, like I’m the most important person in the room whenever we’re together. Like he’s been waiting for me, just as much as I’ve been waiting for him. And the way he kisses, how he touches me—God…
He feels like what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
We haven’t seen each other since, but we’ve been texting, and every time my phone lights up with his name, my heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, how this man can get to me with just a few words.
Rayne: You make it home safe?
Me: Yeah, I did. Thanks for checking in, cowboy.
Rayne: Always.
Me: Awww, really?
Rayne: Damn right.
The texts are brief but loaded, each one like a spark keepingthe fire between us burning. There’s little fluff, or small talk, just straight to the point—exactly like him. But even though we haven’t seen each other since the orchard, I can feel him getting under my skin more and more.
I find myself smiling whenever I think about him. I’m constantly reaching for my phone, waiting for that next message, wondering what he’s doing. Wondering when I’ll see him again.
And finally, this morning, I get the text that makes my pulse race.
Rayne: How about we do something tonight?
Me: What’d you have in mind?
Rayne: Haunted hayride. Could be fun.
Me: You, at a haunted hayride? You must really want to see me scream.
Rayne: I’m more interested in what happens after.
My heart’s pounding by the time I finish reading his last message. I can’t wait to see him.
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Rayne
