Page 9 of The Cowboy's Witchy Second Chance
I shrug my shoulders and stand up next to her. An electricity crackles between us, which she appears to feel as well. I want to kiss her again, but I behave myself.
“I’m good. And I’m making breakfast. What do you have?”
In the kitchen, I cook up eggs, bacon, and home fries as Alona juices some oranges she recently picked from her trees out back. We eat, mainly in silence, giving each other shy smiles once in a while.
After breakfast, I start cleaning up, but she stops me.
“You cooked. I will clean up. And isn’t today a workday for you?”
I check my watch. She’s right, I need to get going.
Alona walks me to the door to see me out. I step out the door, hesitate, and turn back to her.
“Al, I’d like to see you. Date you, I mean. I know you’ve been unsure about me since returning, but I still have really powerful feelings for you.”
She nods and says, “Same.”
I reach out to her arm and lightly stroke it.
“Well? Are you willing to see if grown-up us actually has something real here?”
Alona gazes at me as she touches the side of my face.
“OK, but I can’t promise anything. But, yeah, OK.”
I bend down, and we kiss.
“See you later, Al.”
7
Alona
Ford picks me up in his truck for the Brooks’ Memorial Day BBQ. He gives me a soft kiss before opening the passenger door for me.
“New cologne?” I ask.
“Yeah. Is it OK?”
“I love it. Earthy and musky.”
I am looking forward to having some free time with my gorgeous boyfriend and our friends. The ranch has been chugging along smoothly, but my new soap business has been tough to get going. Just this week, I finally nailed down the two spell-based soap recipes that I have been working on for weeks. Thank goodness, since next weekend will be my first ever craft show sales booth.
Ford holds my hand while he drives. We have kept it to just kissing this last month, per my wishes. He has been respectful the entire time and never pushes me to do anything more when we have cozy make-out sessions. It’s honestly like we are back in high school, but this time without the teenage anger bursts.
We pull into the Brooks’ long driveway and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Tired?”
“No. Content.”
Ford gives my hand a squeeze and I can tell my response made him smile.
We park in the bed-and-breakfast parking area. He hops out of the car and rushes to my side to open the door. I get out and pull his tight, muscular body against mine.
“You’re a pretty great boyfriend, Ford.”
He responds by kissing me deep, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. His stubble delightfully rubs against my face. My pussy clenches, feeling his mouth and body against me, smelling his new cologne. I’ve loved going at a leisurely pace. It has made me feel secure and safe with Ford. But I may be ready to throw slowness out the window.
