Page 73 of Scoring Eden

“Says you, who, at this point, has sown his seed over the entire North American continent.”

Macon looks up at his mom in confusion. “What does that mean? Is Alex a farmer?”

Eden clamps her lips shut in an effort not to laugh and bends low over her knees to speak to him gently. “No, buddy.”

She doesn’t expand further.

Macon, however, is not finished with his line of questioning. “Why are they arguing? Do they not like each other?”

“This is just something they do.” Eden flicks her gaze between me and her sister with a small smile of amusement. “It confused me at first too, but I think they enjoy it.”

Macon pulls a face. “That’s weird.”

“Agreed.”

Now that that’s settled, I look back to the woman in question. “I’ll have you know, I haven’t sown my seed in quite a while now.”

Aspen takes a large gulp of wine, arching her brows over the rim of her glass. “Define a while.”

Well, I don’t know the exact timeframe, but I haven’t woken up in another person’s bed since before I met Eden, which was, what, like a month ago? More?

Huh.

That’s longer than I thought. No wonder my dick is doing its damndest to override my brain and bury itself in the closest available hole. But if that were true, then surely I’d also be feeling the emotional side effects that have always followed any previous short periods of abstinence.

The loneliness.

The pain.

The fear.

I haven’t felt a single one of those things since Eden walked into my life.

Weird. I won’t dwell on it.

“I don’t know, like a month?”

Aspen blinks. She turns to her sister. “Was that a condition of your arrangement? I mean, that’s smart. If he’s only supposed to be planting his seeds in your allotment, then it would look really bad if he was sprouting buds elsewhere.”

I’m starting to lose track of these euphemisms.

Macon looks up from his Lego again, his eyes wide and inquisitive. “What plants are you growing, Alex?”

Jesus Christ.

“Tomatoes.”

“That’s cool.” He lights up. “Can you show me them?”

I give him a tight smile. “Sure, buddy.”

Shit, now I have to buy an allotment and plant some fucking tomatoes.

Aspen, who has been watching this exchange with unabashed glee, gestures at her sister. “Well?”

Eden tugs on the hem of her sweater, her eyes downcast as she gnaws on her lip. “No. I hadn’t thought about it, actually.”

“So, you just decided on your own?” Aspen asks me.