I’ve never even bared my butt in the woods to pee let alone…

Oh my god, his cock is so amazing.

He’s so amazing. And he feels the same about me!

Wait, what?

“Did we just…” I ask aloud, the full impact of what I just did in public dawning on me.

Well. Kind of in public. We had a pretty dense thicket of bushes screening us from whoever eventually came looking.

Probably that nosy old sheriff.

Creep. Ugh! This town.

“We did,” Kyle grins, checking his rearview as he struggles not to break the speed limit.

Like we’re about to be chased by the law, or worse.

The thought of my mom finding out flashes through my mind.

The shock, the embarrassment.

The idea of this little car keeping in a straight line and way past the town limits suits me just fine.

“But we’re not going too far,” he asserts, making my heart sink if I’m completely honest.

Why on earth would anyone want to stay in Cherry? Especially a guy like Kyle. An obvious man of the world, despite his budget rental and come to think of it… His strange wardrobe.

I picture him as a thousand dollar suit kinda guy, but maybe I’m just putting him up on that pedestal where a man of his ahem… stature truly belongs.

“There’s a hotel, right?” he asks, and I give a nod in the affirmative, struggling to gather a single lucid thought.

“Uh, yeah. By the old mill. I mean it is the old mill,” I explain. He beams with satisfaction as his taught body finally relaxes. Just a little.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, glancing over at me just long enough for me to notice the changes in his eyes.

“What is it? Are you okay?” he asks, taking his foot off the gas, turning the wheel like he’s about to pull over.

“I’m fine. I think,” I manage to say, wondering how I could even begin to put how I’m feeling into actual words.

“Let’s just get some privacy first. We gotta get off the road and I need to make some calls.”

Who would he need to call, and why?

“You sure you’re not a bank robber or a serial killer?” I ask, laughing nervously but figuring humor is better than my usual reflex of anxiety right now.

Kyle gives me a sidelong glance, shaking his head he assures me he’s none of those things.

“You’re the thief,” he says suddenly, smiling but keeping his tone accusing.

“Me? How?” I grumble.

“Because you’ve stolen my heart is what you…” he trails off, blushing for what I gather is the first time in the man’s life before he corrects himself.

“I mean, you’ve stolen a perfectly good day where I had planned to do other things.”

“Like seeing the sights of Cherry?” I tease, deciding I like this new life better than my old one.

Did he really just say I stole his heart?

I think I’m falling deeper by the second for this guy.

I have no money, no real idea where we’re going after today, but somehow I’m getting more of a rush from not knowing than I’ve ever had from anything or anyone.

“Well, I saw plenty of Cherry,” Kyle says, his eyes shifting from the road to my legs and then up my body.

“And I have to say what I found in those bushes back there was worth traveling cross country for. I would crawl on my hands and knees over broken glass to see that again,” he adds, making us both laugh after we try to be serious for a second.

His laughter sounds genuine. Hearty.

Mine has an edge to it.

“I hope you were the only one who did see,” I murmur, feeling the cold dead hand of my old life reaching out for me. Somehow sensing my desire to leave it behind, but never wanting to let me go.

Not without a fight.

“It was only me who saw,” he assures me, letting one of his big mitts find mine and giving it a squeeze.

Kyle makes me feel safe again.

Like a queen in her castle. Where nobody or nothing from the real world can enter without his permission.

Even though he asks me to give him directions, I get the feeling that Kyle either has a photographic memory, knows the town like a map after seeing it once from the lookout or he’s actually been here before.

Or maybe it’s all three. The man is full of surprises after all, and big ones too.

I should know.

We pull up out front of the inn that used to be the mill that was once abandoned.

“Here we are,” I say.

Thinking on my feet I grip Kyle’s arm before he gets out.

“Wait. Wait,” I whisper. “We can’t get a room together… I mean, the hotel owners… my mom. This whole town is like telepathically connected.”

But instead of chuckling like I half expect him to, Kyle is quick to agree.

“Good thinking,” he murmurs to himself.

“But you’re my guide in Cherry,” he reasons aloud, telling me it doesn’t matter if I’m with him when he books a single room.

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