Headstrong (Vino and Veritas) by Eden Finley & Heart Eyes Press LGBTQ

Author:Eden Finley & Heart Eyes Press LGBTQ [Finley, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heart Eyes Press LLC
Published: 2021-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

Dragging myself away from Rainn’s warm body at dark o’clock in time to get home is difficult, and it’s only made more difficult by Rainn refusing to acknowledge I’m leaving.

He’s a fucking heavy sleeper.

It’s way too much like a walk of shame trying to sneak out without waking him, so I find a pen and paper in his kitchen and write him a note.

Tried to wake your lazy ass up, but you’re dead to the world.

See you this weekend? –W

I hesitate before leaving the note, but, eh, if he wants me to stop showing up at the bar, it’s up to him to tell me. I drop the paper on the pillow and lean over the bed to kiss his cheek.

He doesn’t even stir, and I’m jealous. I wish I could sleep like him … Wait, unless he’s pretending to be asleep. That would suck.

I examine his relaxed features, from his soft eyes to his five-o’clock shadow under slightly parted lips, and then shake my head. I have to stop thinking like that, or it will only drive me crazy.

The thirty-minute drive home is filled with telling myself that this is what it is. Maybe it will turn into something, or maybe Rainn will go down in history as my first heartache. Who knows.

Maybe I’ll lose interest. Not likely, but it might happen.

I’m not going to Whit-out on him—that’s a new verb I invented. It’s where I overanalyze and think too hard about something to the point reality warps.

I will not do that with Rainn. Okay, realistically, I’ll try not to do that to Rainn. I can’t pressure him or hound him about what happened, and while that’s good in theory, I know it will be hard.

Another thing I didn’t think of when agreeing to stay last night? That I’ll be walking to a farmhouse full of family and farmhands who have known me since birth.

Staying out on a worknight is new for me. In fact, I’ve never done it before.

Even freshman year when everyone was partying most days a week, I did mine on Saturday nights only.

And the second I step through those doors, the whistles and hollers start from the dining room.

Everyone’s there—Mom, Dad, our farmhands who are like uncles to me, my brother, and his best friend, Gordo, who’s been working for us since he was a kid, basically. They’re drinking their morning coffees before we get to work.

I pour myself a cup. “Calm down. I stayed at a friend’s place after practice.”

I’m definitely not going to go into the details with Mom and Dad here. Or the farmhands, for that matter.

“Oh, boo,” Gordo says. “Here we thought we could celebrate the little guy becoming a man.”

My brother punches him in the arm hard for me.

“Who are you calling little, Mr. I Need A Stepping Stool To Saddle A Horse?” I taunt.

Gordo gives me the finger.

“Nice.”

Campbell stands. “Ready to head out there?”

“Let me change my clothes first.” Considering I’m not wearing underwear because they were covered in dried cum.

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