Pecan Pie by West Greene

Author:West Greene [Greene, West]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently published

4

Buckley

I moaned into the couch cushion as Shea ran his oiled hands over my back. I’d spent the day cleaning up his backyard. He’d had sticks and small limbs everywhere as well as leaves, and it had driven me nuts. And even though I knew he wasn’t going to stay here much longer—not with how determined I was to take him back with me—it still irked me to have his backyard looking like it did.

But I remembered a couple of years ago when he said he was working for a douchebag, homophobic asshole, and if he was still working for him, then chances were, Shea just didn’t have time or the energy to fuck with anything else—like the upkeep of the yard.

“Are you still working for that same company?” I asked him as he dug his thumbs into the sides of my neck, right at the beginning of my spine.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I just obtained my master's last spring, but it hasn’t made a bit of difference.”

I grunted. It pissed me off when people couldn’t see how amazing and hardworking Shea was. “Well, you don’t have to work for him any longer if you don’t want to,” I told him.

His hands stopped moving, and I felt him tense. “What are you talking about, Buckley? I have bills to pay, and I have no savings. Of course, I have to keep working for him.”

I rolled over and gripped his hips, holding him in place. He was frowning down at me like I’d lost my mind.

“You know I wasn’t joking when I said I wasn’t leaving without you, right? I have to go back to work Monday, which means I have to leave.” I poked his nose. He scrunched his face up in the most adorable way. “That means you are coming with me.”

He shook his head. “I’d have to break my lease. And what am I going to do with all of my things? I don’t have money for a storage unit. And breaking my lease,” he repeated, going back to that. “It’ll ruin my credit.”

“I’m sure your lease has a marriage clause in it,” I said nonchalantly.

His gorgeous hazel eyes almost bugged out of his head. I had to roll my lips into my mouth to bite back a laugh. He was so cute. “Marriage?” he squeaked.

I nodded. “We’ll get married, obviously.”

He made to get up, but I tightened my hold on him. He looked a bit panicked. It was sort of adorable. But every argument he put up against me, I had one to sway him.

“Buckley, we barely know each other—”

I cleared my throat. “Baby boy, you like ham with your eggs in the mornings. And while ham and bacon come from the same animal, you don’t like bacon. You eat ketchup on your scrambled eggs. You like Hallmark movies because they always end in a guaranteed happily ever after. Your favorite color is baby blue—the same color as your bedsheets. You have an infatuation with anything lavender scented, and you always make your house smell accordingly to whatever holiday or season is near.

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