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I woke up to the sun's morning light peeking in through the trees. Ben lay behind me, his arm around my chest. We had talked a little longer before I began to get sleepy. Then, we lay down in front of the fire, watching it fizzle out.
There was nothing left but smoke rising into the air in front of us now.
“Ben?” I whispered and his fingers twitched. “Ben. Wake up.”
Carefully, I slid his arm away and picked myself up to my knees.
Ben rolled to his back; tired eyes opened and stared up at the sky. “Good morning.”
“I-I should go,” I said as I gathered my bag that was already packed and ready to leave the night before.
He turned to his side and propped his head on his hand. “Yeah. I should go see if dad fixed the truck.” But he didn't seem in any hurry to get up.
“Thank you, again, for inviting me out.” I stood, threw my bag into the tractor, and held out a helping hand for him.
“Anytime.” He took my hand and I helped him stand. He stumbled a moment, then sat down in the tractor's drivers seat. We were back on the small dirt road, traveling back towards his house.
It was a quiet trip back, despite the rumbling of the tractor. The bright sun sparkled across the watered fields. They seemed to stretch for miles, from the small untended field in Ben's back yard to the well kept soybean fields in the distance.
As we traveled closer to the house, a couple of farm cats scattered away through the tall weeds and into the bushes.
Finally, Ben parked the red tractor where we had found it. I jumped out and threw my bag over my shoulder. He was on the ground and in front of me before I could speak again. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss before pulling away.
A flush ran through my face down to my hands. I felt high again like I did on the balloon and yesterday when we'd held each other in the water. A part of me felt numb with excitement.
“I'll call you when I get back to campus.”
“Okay.” Back to single word sentences... Nice.
After a short chuckle, Ben led me around and out of the gate on the side of the house. My car was parked where I'd left it. And Ben's father was under the hood of his truck.
“Hey, son.” He lifted his head; face covered in grease. “Think you can give me a hand with this?”
“Yeah, Pops, give me a sec.”
I plopped down in the drivers seat of my car. Ben had leaned against the open window. “Maybe we'll get together when we get back to campus?”
“Of course.”
The little dimples in his cheeks were back—his usual coy smile that made my heart lodge into my throat. Jesus, do I have to leave?
“See you,” he said, straightening his spine.
“Bye.”
I watched as he went back to the truck. His father peered out, wiping off the grease from his wrench. Then, I pulled out, waving behind me.
The End
About the Author
Azalea Moone is a 30 – something writer of M/M fiction. Born and raised in the Midwest agricultural region, Azalea loved to write horror and suspense short stories in her teens. She wrote in school while in class, with her head down and pen in hand, she'd travel into her wonderland of horror, usually consisting of vampires. Two years ago, she turned her attention to m/m romance.
She enjoys writing and reading both contemporary and paranormal romance genres, with a continuous interest in vampires. But she also has a new-found interest in sci-fi and fantasy. Some day, she wishes to work those interests into a story.
When she's not writing, she's either gaming on the computer, browsing the interwebs, or spending time with family. She loves computer art and dabbles in various computer art programs such as Poser, 3DMax, and Photoshop.
Blog: https://azalea-moone.blogspot.com/
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